Which would show that no, no he doesn't know what that's about. Has no idea what is going on at all, even if his memories are slowly fighting to re-arrange themselves. To make sense of what is going on with deep, buried images of bright places and winged creatures and magic. He's sure that's magic, he's sure he remembers feeling something -- remembers fighting with a blade. Remembers and yet how can he? He's just -- he's just Lancelot, and his life has never been more than it is now. He has never been some grand warrior, has never been a hero.
"Forgive me," he begins, hesitantly, "I do not know what you mean by... 'underground'."
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Which would show that no, no he doesn't know what that's about. Has no idea what is going on at all, even if his memories are slowly fighting to re-arrange themselves. To make sense of what is going on with deep, buried images of bright places and winged creatures and magic. He's sure that's magic, he's sure he remembers feeling something -- remembers fighting with a blade. Remembers and yet how can he? He's just -- he's just Lancelot, and his life has never been more than it is now. He has never been some grand warrior, has never been a hero.
"Forgive me," he begins, hesitantly, "I do not know what you mean by... 'underground'."
Just in case that wasn't obvious. Which it is.