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He watches them, King Arthur and the Queen to be Guinevere.
If someone had told him five years ago when he started working in Camelot that he would be feeling sorry for himself because of Arthur the prat, he would have given him or her wide berth and recommend a brain restorative potion.
Yet here he was on the binding ceremony of the king to his queen and he could not help but see the irony of things. He looks across the hall and his eye meets Lancelot whose eyes reflect the pain in his.
It's the beginning of the end and he can't do anything but watch as the life he once live fully pass him by, the man he had protected, sacrificed his life and even his love pass him by and not recognize him. He is not but a shadow; a weapon summoned when needed and discard when finished
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You can outrun destiny but he wishes fate had taken a different direction.