[Bedivere breathes through his nose and then allows a sigh to pass his lips, ever so slightly.]

... You're the same as ever. You only seem to understand things in their extremes. Extreme hate, extreme love... And then you assume the same of others just to protect yourself.

[He coughs and his metal arm reaches up, with his hand curled into a fist to muffle it.]

Hatred is not the emotion I feel towards you. It never was, even up until the death of our king.