[The Magus of Flowers is here. For Bedivere, it is a paradoxically comforting and disturbing thought that only brings little relief. He had already passed through the haze of confusion the moment he found himself in the Temple, without his Servant abilities although his right arm remains, dormant and without its holy light.
The knight approaches the great mage (and there are faint memories of something similar happening before, where Bedivere had approached him in his moment of need- no, this is different).]
Merlin...
I'm afraid you are one of the only friendly faces I recognize here.
[I haven't found my king.
I haven't found my Master.
His worried eyes say everything without him having to add any more.]
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The knight approaches the great mage (and there are faint memories of something similar happening before, where Bedivere had approached him in his moment of need- no, this is different).]
Merlin...
I'm afraid you are one of the only friendly faces I recognize here.
[I haven't found my king.
I haven't found my Master.
His worried eyes say everything without him having to add any more.]