Four Knights of the Apocalypse

Not again

Welcome to 'Lancelot and angst'
Where I give your favorite characters more pain.

A/N
Sorry for not posting for so long...
I actually wrote this when chapter 50 aired. But idk. I completely forgot to post it.
I will try to be more active (says while knowing that a full on lie). But I mean, if you have any requests or ideas or just funny random comments, be sure to leave them. I love the possibility to interact with people.

Sorry for the long note, but, without further a do. This is Not Again. Because I feel like reading minds puts the person through a lot more than they should. And Lance is no exception.

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Fuck

Not again. Not now. It always happens when he... when...

Don't think about it. Ignore it. Ignore your body trembling gritting movements, not that they matter.

They asked for it. They wanted to kill him. His friends. His family. They wanted to take their hope.
They were evil. He had the right, no, the duty to end this. He knew that. But it still made him sick. Thoughts of dread and despair. There was something so nauseating of hearing a person's thoughts go silent. Knowing that they go silent because of him.

Sometimes, he bet he could hear memories of loved ones pop in their heads for a fraction of a second. A mother, a father, a kid. It was a final cry for help. Their last breath seeking comfort and forgiveness when it was too late.

He swallowed the bitter thought. His head was starting to feel dizzy as he took the bodies and one by one buried them.

He couldn't afford to be so goddam soft.
He had to show Percy how it's done. Don't show emotions. Keep it inside. Do what you need to do.

He kept going. Now they were asking him questions. Lancelot had to keep the explanations simple. A servant of Lioness in a mission... Yes, Lioness! They needed to go to Lioness. It was about time they did.

"The guy with the star visor, and the giant craftsman dude... what do they have to do with that?"

Fuck Percy. Please... Give me a break.

"That's my personal business. Nothing you need to be concerned about." That should suffice for now. For now...

Lancelot placed a seed on the dirt above the bodies. They can continue to exist, to give life on the forest. Nothing ended. It merely continues in an endless cycle. Their bodies can serve a better purpose buried in the soil.
He reminded himself that their deaths were not unjustified or unreasoned. They had a purpose. And he would honor their lives to finally let them go. The only clemency they could get. And the only forgiveness he could reach. A proper burial for the ones that died in battle.

Let that free him from the guilt. Let that allow them to live on.

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"Are you from the fairy clan perhaps?" Good question from Nasiens. He had a sharp mind, that Lancelot knew for sure. Totally opposite to Percival, who's astonishment and joy was only comparable to that of a toddler.

"Lemme try this real quick!" 'Poop poop poop poop'

"Huh?" There he goes. Percy being the most stupid kid Lancelot has ever seen. "I'm not saying it!"

They don't seem to understand at all. Hopeless.

Well, maybe not...

In fact, he almost wanted to laugh. Percival was one of the knights of prophecy, and his friends were his allies. And yet, they were all dorks.

No time to think too long. Lancelot felt something approaching. That black knight had come for Percival again. They were being excessively loud and obnoxious. Too bad they wouldn't get what they had come to take.

"Sorry, we don't have time to play with you." They wouldn't waste any more time. "We're heading out." His mission was over. He got to teach these kids a thing or two. He got to see them grow. And now, it was over, not in echo gorge as he once thought. They managed to come this far... They still had a long way to go. But that only shows their potential.

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