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[At first all that can be seen is a gaping mouth, sharp teeth and a great tongue blocking the view as the ~~four-months-older-than-he-is-in-this-pic~~ Sir Frewen grabs hold of Lancelot's bracelet. With a quick firm command of 'no!' he backs away however and the dog can be seen wagging his tail expectantly. Lancelot looks intently at the screen trying to figure out what exactly it is that has been triggered, while the dog moves to pull at his sleeve, barking in an attempt to regain his attention. His hair and shirt are slightly messy and he is short of breath, but despite the confusion and embarrassment his face is still lit up in exhilaration at the game that has been taking place only seconds before.

And then he runs a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out as he realizes that more likely than not - people can see him now.]

Should anyone hear this - please forgive me this intrusion, I will be sure to be more careful in the future.

[He hesitates for a moment, uncertain whether he should be saying anything else, but if he's appearing before the network anyway as he suspects he is, he might as well introduce himself.]

My name is Lancelot, I am new to Asgard. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has kindly and patiently explained this city to me, and extend an offer to all citizens of the city be them old or new - if there is anything I can assist you with you need only ask. I have been placed in the house of Heimdall but I reside in the district of Thor, and I can also be reached in the Citadel should anyone wish to learn the use of the crossbow.

[With a sharp motion he moves the bracelet just as the dog makes to pounce on it again.]

Again -- I apologize. [And with a small apologetic smile he ends the feed.]

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[Oh. Oh. His sympathy towards her just grew tenfold.]

I cannot replace him, I am myself I cannot be another. But for all that I am - I will stand by your side when you need it. You should not bring yourself down so, I am certain you have much to offer.

[Well, that makes her look at him. Just in the same way she looks at anyone else who dares throws her sympathy. It's a look mixed with anger, sorrow, and confusion. She just doesn't know how to react to it. In her whirlpool of feelings, she takes her fists together, balled as if she's about to berate him. But he's not physically there. And damn it, she's already got a tear in the corner of her eye.

Idiot, I'm no good to you! she wants to shout that, but she holds herself.]

No, it's true.

I am fine. Please. Care for your friends... I've taken care of myself for a very long time.

As have I, but that did not mean I was not glad to make friends and not be forced to do so any longer.

[Sorry, but she's stuck with him now. He will not walk away from a person in such obvious pain.]

I have yet to learn your name -

[Thankfully, they don't seem to understand Welsh, so it comes natural for her to utter it-]

Nad ydych yn gwybod pwy ydw i go iawn.

["You do not know who I really am." Figures. They must all be stubborn. But by now, even Morrigu would be pulling her away. Regina would be at her breaking point if it weren't for the extraction of her powers. She won't fight it, but it still makes it worse.]

It's Regina.

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[He watches her in slight confusion at the strange words -- truly hoping that she is not uttering her name there because he has no hopes of remembering that.

Oh thank heavens that wasn't it. But now he wonders what she did say.]

Regina. [He nods, well he's known no such woman in Camelot but perhaps in the future.] I would be glad to call us friends.

[She looks at him, curses this place and curses her future. As much as she'd like to laugh or mock him for that, she doesn't.]

I...

Have to part.

[Yes. Retreat, because she's too upset to carry on this conversation.]

[No part? That seems a strange thing to say. It seems that in this world, all his preexisting ideas concerning social interaction are tossed out with the bath water.]

No part in what? [Damn this bracelet he really doesn't like speaking this way this conversation should be done in person.]

Regina, please.

[He doesn't even know what he's asking her for - perhaps simply that she won't push him away. He knows loneliness and would not wish it on anyone.]

[But she is pushing him away. She stops and huffs.]

No, I have to leave. I must part. This is no good.

[But that "please" is the reason why she doesn't leave, Regina finds herself groaning.]

If it pains you to speak to me -- I will understand. But know that I am here if ever you should need a friend.

[She breathes.]

...

I will take that into consideration.

[But yes, back to fleeing.]

Please do.

[And he hates the fact that there is nothing he can do about it.]

Regina.

[ How callous of him, how foolish to have wished the arrival of Lancelot without considering that it might not be her world's version of the Knight, and he had done so right in front of her. It's so blatantly clear now, that frown she wore at the mention of their relationship. This is not the devastation of missing simply a friend. ]

I am sorry.

[Oh, Modron, not this, too. It's bad enough with him. Especially him. How it all rests on her shoulders and how she wish this wasn't happening, not until she could go back to Cymru.]

[With that indigent look again. She wasn't looking to cause this much of a commotion by nearly crying, wanting so badly just to crawl away when it's dawned on her how much she really does care.]

This isn't your doing.

Perhaps not, but it was - thoughtless of me -

[ And gods, how Arthur does not understand what lies between their worlds. Even if he should fathom every word she is not saying, he would not know what any of it means or what to do with it. It seems unjust in a hundred different ways, and the only thing he can think is - ]

Please, do not - you are very adept at making yourself scarce. Please do not think yourself alone. Even if we are not of your world -

How?

[She could be very thoughtless and cruel, chose to run off with Lancelot than go back to her mother and Myrddin back at home. Ignore what she was told to do and what had been lied out. That would be thoughtless. And worst of all, she wants to.

Only a little.]

Then what do you want me to do?

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