John sighed. "Why can't they just be at peace? Why can't they be allowed to live their lives? Why must this cycle perpetuate over and over?"

"Why can't I die? Why are the Old Ones doing this to us? Why? No one believes in the old ways any longer. Everyone believes that Arthur and his Knights are myths. Thay I'm a myth!"

"What if I just took Arthur and fucked off somewhere not England? What would the Old Ones do then?"

John was trembling as he sunk down into a chair, dropping his head into his hands. Oh God he was tired.