Lancelot blinks as Faolan stands and shrugs off the blanket, equal parts confused and taken back.
"Why?" he prompts again. "Faolan, please, help me understand. I cannot do anything for you if you will not talk to me. Do not walk away from this. It will not make things go away."
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"Why?" he prompts again. "Faolan, please, help me understand. I cannot do anything for you if you will not talk to me. Do not walk away from this. It will not make things go away."