[For a split second his whole body goes rigid like he's going to shake her off because he doesn't want it, he doesn't, he's weathered peace and war alike for years without anyone to lean on who truly understands the weight of his burden. Even at the very end he still carried Arthur, held him, and now it's gone. It's all gone. Now he feels weightless, and it's not better; it's worse in ways he couldn't have imagined. There's nothing to ground him, nothing to steer him except the distant promise of the Once And Future King.
Cassandra's arms, they anchor him. And he weeps, his body wracked with the compulsive sobs he hasn't let out since the day he arrived.
He hides his face against her neck. He's eight inches tall; he feels smaller.]
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6/1/13 23:20 (UTC)Cassandra's arms, they anchor him. And he weeps, his body wracked with the compulsive sobs he hasn't let out since the day he arrived.
He hides his face against her neck. He's eight inches tall; he feels smaller.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.