It was the voice that questioned every decision Arthur made.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
It picked apart every sentence he spoke
"What were you reading?"
It could suddenly become deadly serious.
"We shouldn't be here."
But it could also make light of the most perilous situations.
"Or we could just do it now… whatever it is we're doing… in the dark… when it's incredibly scary and dangerous."
It was always there, no matter what happened.
"Thought I might tag along—don't want you getting lost and scared."
One minute, it would encourage Arthur to talk through his emotions.
"Is this about Gwen?"
The next, it would cheerfully tease him for showing his feelings.
"So there's no chance that we could have a hug?"
As the king chased the fleeing manservant, he imagined how quiet and dull life would be without his babbling observer. He then gave his commentator a good kick to send him running on his way.