Can he? Lancelot thinks about it seriously a moment, scratching idly as his chest as he turns over the question.

"Yes," he says finally, "I don't see why I wouldn't be. I've made friends I can count on. I've been given the opportunity to make a difference. My life is not perfect, not in the slightest. A lot of it has been unhappy. Yet... so much of it has been good too. I'd rather suffer but grow from it than have missed all this. After all, who am I to say it would be better? It might be worse. Or it might be boring."

He flicks a small, faint sort of smile. Boring isn't so bad, in truth, but the sentiment stands: he's grateful. He wouldn't change it.