I rode behind the kind and queen, next to Mordred.
I could do nothing but think back on the events that had just occurred.

What men won't do for a woman they love, or a cause they believe in.
What was I fighting for?
Did I have a cause? A loved one? A land?

All those things had been taken away from me long ago. I was now all alone.
Leading my men to what? Into death?
Was it worth it?

Suddenly I was brought back from my thought by Mordred, he wanted to know what I was thinking of that had me so consumed.
But how could I tell him?
How do you tell someone that the one thing you had always been looking for, longing for and that you thought you had found you had just fought in battle and left behind?

He would never understand how I could fight my own mother, a woman i had never met before, and left her behind without saying a word.

That is what I had done, just left. Walked away.

I followed Arthur is this quest that would lead god knows where and into god knows what.
But that was the path I had chosen for now, to run away.
Even though that presence would not leave me in piece, something followed.
What ever it was.