Mycroft, for the first time in a very long time, looked confused for a moment. "Lancelot?" He asked. "What do you..."
His voice drifted off as a thousand memories and more filled his head. He blinked, dumbfounded, but still they came, entering every corner of his Mind Palace and surrounding him in with memories of who he had been so very long ago.
Lancelot, the greatest companion to his King, Arthur. He was the loyal right hand man of the king, guardian and assistant and most of all, friend.
"Lancelot." He said again, this time his voice had more of a dreamy sort of quality to it. "I... I was Lancelot." He shook his head and came out of the stupor, looking at John quizzically, as if he was till not sure he believed it, even after everything. But he didn't protest or complain, he was silent, still trying to come to terms with what he had seen.
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Date: 2019-02-20 06:29 am (UTC)His voice drifted off as a thousand memories and more filled his head. He blinked, dumbfounded, but still they came, entering every corner of his Mind Palace and surrounding him in with memories of who he had been so very long ago.
Lancelot, the greatest companion to his King, Arthur. He was the loyal right hand man of the king, guardian and assistant and most of all, friend.
"Lancelot." He said again, this time his voice had more of a dreamy sort of quality to it. "I... I was Lancelot." He shook his head and came out of the stupor, looking at John quizzically, as if he was till not sure he believed it, even after everything. But he didn't protest or complain, he was silent, still trying to come to terms with what he had seen.