[He stands up properly, and shakes his head briefly. Interrupting? Hardly. At least, Arthur is so often in thought, so often wallowing in his mistakes, going over where it might have been that he'd failed Morgana...The meaning of this place and all that he's forgotten here...
It's hard to interrupt it. It's as constant as breathing. Still...He thinks he was better off thinking further on the ride, rather than in here.
He realizes a minute later, that he's let the silence drag on for far too long]
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It's hard to interrupt it. It's as constant as breathing. Still...He thinks he was better off thinking further on the ride, rather than in here.
He realizes a minute later, that he's let the silence drag on for far too long]
You're not. I was only getting used to the horse.