"We'll exist side by side."

He'd said there was a chasm between them, but right then, he thought that there was a void all around them but not even an inch of space between.

"Even if the world turns to fire, we'll exist side by side."

She'd said that with perfect belief and a rigid expression on her face.

Grey thought Silver was right. Even when he knew she was dead and he'd lived on like an idiot, as long as even a fragment of her existed in this world, he had to exist side by side with it.

"It's futile, Grey", Lancelot said, having caught his breath, "You're no match for all of us."

Lancelot pointed his sword towards Grey, who was lying flat on the ground.

It started out great. Even with four of the knights against him, Grey had the upper hand. None of them were in top form but the same could be said of Grey. Lancelot swung his long sword and dashed right at Grey. If there was one thing no one in the world could match the knights with, it was swordsmanship. Lancelot, in particular, was terrifyingly graceful with his sword.

Grey had good instincts, so he was good at parrying the attacks. Lancelot moved swiftly too, and with his unending barrage of sword attacks, he wasn't giving Grey any window to attack. But Grey was a force to be reckoned with. He dug his feet into the ground and propelled himself, shooting at Lancelot who blocked him with his sword but he couldn't withstand the brute strength of Grey's attack. He resisted briefly before being sent flying back into the dark.

Seeing that, the other knights jumped into action. Gawain and Galahad stepped up first. Gawain was one thing, but Galahad was too overwhelming. Galahad, a giant as he was, swung his huge club around before making his way towards Grey.

Grey had nowhere to retreat, so he decided to fight back against Galahad. Seeing that he wasn't retreating, Gawain and Bors rounded him from the sides. They all launched at him together. Instead of fighting back, Grey decided to get out of the checkmate. Once they were close enough, he knew the other two would make way for Galahad's club, that was his window to escape.

When Galahad swung his club, almost crushing him, Grey swiftly moved out of the way and then using Galahad to propel himself, he jumped over behind him and made off to a wider space. Gawain and Bors gave chase and Grey was soon rounded up again. Meanwhile, Lancelot had recovered. Now they all had their swords unsheathed, ready to cut him down.

Realizing that there was no running away anymore, Grey decided to fight back. And soon after that, Bors and Gawain were piled up in a corner, struggling to find a breath but only finding blood in their mouth. I could hear them wincing in pain. Grey had shattered Gawain's sword in two, while Bors' was embedded in his arm. He broke that one off with a jerk too.

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He looked like a mindless beast but Lancelot wasn't going to back down.

"Never lay down arms", he muttered before charging at Grey.

Grey had caught Gawain and Bors by surprise but Lancelot was prepared. He didn't cave an inch. And while Grey was occupied with chasing him, not caring much for any bruises he got in the way of doing so, Lancelot had gotten swifter. His movements had improved. But even so, he was barely surfacing.

Knowing that, Grey kept the pressure on. Eventually Lancelot was backed off against the rubble from the entry way. And right when Grey thought he had him, Galahad's club dug into his body, crushing his bones and pummeling him into the ground.

And so, that brought us to our current predicament. Grey was sprawled out on the ground and Lancelot, knowing that he'd only survived through luck, held his sword over Grey.

"You betrayed your king first. You of all the people have no right to be looking at me like this", Grey said, having resigned himself.

Lancelot's face flared up but he kept it within himself.

"What honor are you lot even fighting for anymore? Your king is dead. And you're all delusional."

There must have been a merit in provoking Lancelot since Grey kept it up. All the while he was slipping into a daze, although no one could tell.

"Why, Lancelot? What meaning does all this have?", he said, but a different voice was playing out in his own head.

Grey himself didn't know what he was trying to do. If he succeeded in dispelling Excalibur, then what? He'd just end up back in that forest, beside the lake. And he wouldn't have any idea what to do. If he was going to die anyway then...

But he needed to exist for a moment more. If Silver was the doing, he was the undoing. If she was the builder, he was the breaker. If she protected, he ripped apart. There was need for both. And one couldn't live without the other. So the answer was clear to him. Yet, he feared the undoing. And he feared the end.

"There hasn't been a single day that has gone by when I haven't regretted that betrayal", Lancelot answered, "But I would do it again if I had to. There's nothing but remorse but it had to be done. For the honor of the King...for the honor of this country..."

"Honor of the king?", Grey smirked, "Lancelot, do you want to be free?"

Lancelot didn't say anything. After a long pause, he looked up and it was snowing. There were no clouds overhead but the snow formed out of thin air and it fell on them. Lancelot was lost, he just kept watching it.

"It's beautiful. I've seen this somewhere before", Grey said, reliving a memory from his childhood.

Back then, he was lying in the snow and he wasn't alone. But now he dare not turn his head to find what was missing.

Galahad was watching the snow too.

"What is this?", Lancelot muttered.

The color in his eyes dimmed. And with every flake of snow that fell to the ground, Galahad and Lancelot were turned numb, until finally they were nothing but pillars of snow.

And it happened as if time had slowed down for them, but neither I nor Sight saw how they turned to snow. They had just become like that in the blink of an eye. Then again, Sight was blind, and I was dying so I can't really be sure what happened.

What we did know was that the knights had gone silent.

"Destroy the sword", Grey issued the command, lying still in the snow that had accumulated there.

Sight moved, turning towards me and Silver. She was gone, I had my back towards her so I didn't know. And Sight was blind anyway, no one could blame him.

The sword was gone too. But we didn't have to look for it this time. It appeared on its own soon enough.