Laertes comes over to him, and stands behind his chair to wrap his arms around Lancelot's shoulders. "I would thy days could have been spent hunting with him, and riding with her. I would thine could have been an ordinary love, and not ..." The long silence that follows encompasses the decades of intrigue and deception, the treason, wars both civil and foreign, and ultimately the loss of those Lancelot loved best in all the world.