"To tell you... The THOUGHTS within my head?" Had he not dismissed his lance before? It seemed to have come about in his hand once again and was stabbed into the bark of the tree beside them. Such a display of speed and unevenness in his mood disrupts the candidness of their conversation that had been shared between them. The Lancer exudes a mighty aura along his frame, and its black substance seems to edge itself in hues of light blue.

A forest aches, disturbed by this Knight that has not only inflicted a wound upon its trees once - but now twice. The utterance of it's agonies seems to be spewing worse into his head, minding thoughts of blame deep in its depravity, 'Come out from your castle, you damnable Knight. You who have killed many a good man in your madness, and in your wronged love of the Queen.'

It drags him into remembrance, the color of blood and its maddening scent begin to filter in his mind and he is all but gripping at his helm attempting to make his head silent, "No! It is my fault? It is my fault"

A hoarse breath, sounding akin to a ravenous growl, "- if I had just never existed if I had just never lived, then surely - the Kingdom of Camelot would have never come to fall."

[ HEY!! ATL EAST HE FUCKING DID IT!! LMAO!!! except now he's definitely falling into maddness. ]