[ A far better reaction than being dragged off like a criminal. That single action and acknowledgement does more to put Arthur at ease with his memories and discrepancies than any other action could have. ]
[ Arthur does notice, but he thinks Wynn speaks of himself and others, is some sort of representative. It's not at though he uses the royal we, ever. And even were he inclined to inquire further about this sudden plural— ]
[ Fifteen hundred years. ]
No—
[ It's as if all the air goes out of Arthur's body. His eyes widen, locked on Wynn's, unable to do anything but believe the unbelievable. Sorcery, something virulent says in his mind, but he puts it aside to reel a little longer. ]
[ His life. And he knows he had one. His whole life, gone in an instant. Love — hadn't there maybe been love? A country and a people. And now there's the ruins of a castle not his own and a man claiming to be fifteen hundred years old, the needle sewing together the cloth of now and then. His life, a then. ]
Get up.
[ His words are curt, but only because he's busy thinking. ]
That is... an exceedingly long time.
[ To have somehow jumped, and for one man to live. His mind can hardly encompassed either of those things, and when his attention goes back to Wynn he looks, in a word, lost. ]
no subject
[ Arthur does notice, but he thinks Wynn speaks of himself and others, is some sort of representative. It's not at though he uses the royal we, ever. And even were he inclined to inquire further about this sudden plural— ]
[ Fifteen hundred years. ]
No—
[ It's as if all the air goes out of Arthur's body. His eyes widen, locked on Wynn's, unable to do anything but believe the unbelievable. Sorcery, something virulent says in his mind, but he puts it aside to reel a little longer. ]
[ His life. And he knows he had one. His whole life, gone in an instant. Love — hadn't there maybe been love? A country and a people. And now there's the ruins of a castle not his own and a man claiming to be fifteen hundred years old, the needle sewing together the cloth of now and then. His life, a then. ]
Get up.
[ His words are curt, but only because he's busy thinking. ]
That is... an exceedingly long time.
[ To have somehow jumped, and for one man to live. His mind can hardly encompassed either of those things, and when his attention goes back to Wynn he looks, in a word, lost. ]