"Do you think it has no purpose?" Lancelot tilts his head at the question, eyes narrowing a little as he considers this -- as if the concept genuinely confuses him. "Why should it not? Just because the goal is not clear to you does not mean it does not exist. We cannot know our own fates. To know it for certain would be to make us second guess our actions, change it, but we can guess at such things. Try to make sense of the world around us. Is that not human nature?"

Lancelot shrugs after a second, takes a sip of his drink.

"I like to think there is a meaning to all things."