Lancelot immediately looks guilty once more, dropping his eyes self-consciously away again to the wound then to his hands.
"I... was injured, and Jean-Claude helped me... to heal. He took advantage of that later, something I didn't even know he could do until it happened."
Something he doesn't like being forced to admit this way, because it was invasive and personal. Even if it didn't seem that way to Jean-Claude, it felt that way to Lancelot. He's already someone with fears and doubts about his memories and the parts that are missing, having someone exploring them without his permission makes him wonder if the ones he have could be changed.
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Lancelot immediately looks guilty once more, dropping his eyes self-consciously away again to the wound then to his hands.
"I... was injured, and Jean-Claude helped me... to heal. He took advantage of that later, something I didn't even know he could do until it happened."
Something he doesn't like being forced to admit this way, because it was invasive and personal. Even if it didn't seem that way to Jean-Claude, it felt that way to Lancelot. He's already someone with fears and doubts about his memories and the parts that are missing, having someone exploring them without his permission makes him wonder if the ones he have could be changed.