“I am a Medium, born from the earth. I am Bloodcrafted, born from resilience. I am Arthur, Awakened!”

“My brother Lancelot. My right hand. Camlann has come.”

“You should be happy. You’ve spent every waking second here trying to get me to leave.” He holds my gaze for a long moment. “Not every second.” It’s suddenly hard to breathe. I look away.

I feel the tingling sensation of Sel’s gaze, but I can’t find him in the crowd. He knows I can feel his attention now. I don’t know how I feel about that. Or the fact that, even though he knows I can feel him, he’s still looking at me.

“Don’t make your life about the loss. Make it about the love.”

“Sixteen years of Disney movies that I know you watched just as much as I did, so what’s really going on here?”

Do you feel something when I look at you?”

“I thought Nicholas was amazing. He was everything I wasn’t: bright, open, popular. Heroic. He made it all look so easy. Still does. I wanted to be close to that.” He sighs softly. “Probably why I fell in love with him.”

“How could I have risked so much for a lost little girl who probably needs as much therapy as I do?” He tilts his head, eyes going unfocused. “Well, that’s not possible.” He laughs again, but this time it’s so self-deprecating it feels like my anger has nowhere else to go. “No one needs as much therapy as I do.”