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You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand around the Round Table with your two greatest loves, and for the first time, you fear them. Why would they spare you, you who brought power's evils into the group?
You who have hurt so many.
You who love them.
You who are loved by them.
The spell breaks.
You who love them.
And for the first time since you found the GRAIL, you see trust in their eyes.
Three shots ring out from the door.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand around the Round Table with your two greatest loves, and for the first time, you fear them. Why would they spare you, you who brought power's evils into the group?
You who have hurt so many.
You who must now hurt two more.
You draw your gun, and before Guinevere can reach her holster,
before you can lose your nerve,
you fire.
Her scream is heartbreaking, and you freeze.
Not long.
But enough.
For you, the spell is broken.
Not for your loves, though.
Lancelot draws, and a shot rings out.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand at the Round Table with your two greatest loves, and, for the first time, you fear them. Why would they spare you, you who brought power's evils into the group?
You who have hurt so many.
You who must now hurt two more.
You draw your gun, and before Guinevere can reach her holster,
before you can lose your nerve,
you fire.
Her scream is heartbreaking, but you cannot freeze.
What is done is done, after all.
You must commit.
You turn your pistol's sight toward Lancelot, and a shot rings out.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand at the Round Table as your two greatest loves' hands hover over their guns.
You know you should draw
should end it, before they can.
But you don't.
A shot rings out.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand at the Round Table as your two greatest loves' hands hover over their guns.
You know you should draw
should end it, before they can.
But you don't.
A shot rings out, and Lancelot slumps.
Before you can run to him, another shot rings out.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand at the Round Table as your two greatest loves' hands hover over their guns.
You know you should draw
should end it, before they can.
But you don't.
A shot rings out, and Lancelot slumps.
You rush to him, and out of the corner of your eye
is Guinevere, frozen.
Her face is a mix of shock and horror.
She didn't think she would actually do it,
and now it is too late.
Two shots ring out from the door.
You are Arthur Pendragon.
You stand at the Round Table as your two greatest loves' hands hover over their guns.
You know you should draw.
End it, before they can.
But you don't.
The spell breaks.
You and your loves look at each other, horrified by what almost was.
You turn toward the door, to leave together.
Three shots ring out from the door.
You are Arthur Pendragon, and you are getting tired.
Why should power drive you away from your two greatest loves?
Yet here you are, Guinevere and Lancelot staring each other down, hands poised
to draw,
to fire.
Not you, though.
You step away.
Away from the GRAIL, away from your loves.
You turn toward the door, alone.
And three shots ring out from the door.