[tired, disoriented, recently de-grayfied Lancelot appears on his bracelet, he's leaving these messages one after the other not waiting for a reply, so he knows not who is here and who isn't]
Sir Percival - I apologize, for leaving the work on your and Sir Gwaine's shoulders, but if I was forced to leave, I could not entrust the people of Camelot - and Asgard - to better hands.
Are you well?
[video] timeline is kinda wonky on this... oh well /casually glosses over
As I am you. [ He already lost both Lancelot and Gwaine back home; he doesn't want to go through it again here too. ] There has been far too much trouble in the City these days.
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Sir Percival - I apologize, for leaving the work on your and Sir Gwaine's shoulders, but if I was forced to leave, I could not entrust the people of Camelot - and Asgard - to better hands.
Are you well?
[video] timeline is kinda wonky on this... oh well /casually glosses over
I am well, thank you. But I must confess: the credit lies largely with our dear Gwaine. I was taken by the grey myself before the battle's end.
[video] /gloss gloss!
[Because now Gwaine is also gone and this is too cruel.]
I am glad to find you safe.
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Hopefully things will be better now.