Galahad is silent again. In truth he doesn't care very much about Camelot; it holds no meaning for him as a place where he was anything but lonely. All his happy memories there are inextricably linked to Percival -- they're Percival's memories, not Camelot's.

But Camelot means something to Lancelot, something important.

He reaches over and, carefully, puts his hand on Lancelot's.