[Bedivere's dreams that night were of a similar struggle, though without the positive note that Dazai's had.
His dreams were of a hope spot, of wandering a desert full of craters and hearing rumors of knights in shining armor, of thinking finally, finally he had found what he was looking for. After countless years, his journey would finally come to an end.
He dreamed of seeing his king- changed, for sure, his king had never been that busty before- and the knights by the king's side. Gawain and Lancelot, and he presumed the others were nearby as well. It was hard to see them at this distance, but it was them.
Bedivere felt a wave of nostalgia at seeing his old friends, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"Begin the selection."
A bright light shone over the crowd in front of him. He was far enough away, tucked under some rubble, that nobody seemed to notice him. But what was that light? What was the selection? The smile on Bedivere's face dropped into confusion as the lights glowed more brightly around a handful of the hundred or so people there.
Lancelot stepped forward, escorting those five people into the high walls of the city behind him. But Gawain and the King remained, looking over all of those left. Gawain's gaze was unsteady, nervous, and it made Bedivere nervous too. What was going on here?
The King looked to her loyal knight standing beside him. "Eliminate the extras."
Bedivere could only watch in horror as his trusted friend Gawain pulled out his sword and brought it down on the helpless in front of him, all by the orders of his beloved King. The screams etched their way into his mind, sure to haunt his dreams for many nights to come.
The heavy weight of sorrow, fear, confusion, and above all else guilt kept his body from moving. He clutched his arm to his chest, trying to force down the scream that was trying to force its way out. All he could do was watch until the tears stinging at his eyes blurred his vision.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault!
When Dazai woke up early, Bedivere would be gone. He had gone into spirit form when his own dream had upset him too much to sleep. Curiously, his silver arm was also gone from the table, as that seemed to disappear when he did.]
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His dreams were of a hope spot, of wandering a desert full of craters and hearing rumors of knights in shining armor, of thinking finally, finally he had found what he was looking for. After countless years, his journey would finally come to an end.
He dreamed of seeing his king- changed, for sure, his king had never been that busty before- and the knights by the king's side. Gawain and Lancelot, and he presumed the others were nearby as well. It was hard to see them at this distance, but it was them.
Bedivere felt a wave of nostalgia at seeing his old friends, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"Begin the selection."
A bright light shone over the crowd in front of him. He was far enough away, tucked under some rubble, that nobody seemed to notice him. But what was that light? What was the selection? The smile on Bedivere's face dropped into confusion as the lights glowed more brightly around a handful of the hundred or so people there.
Lancelot stepped forward, escorting those five people into the high walls of the city behind him. But Gawain and the King remained, looking over all of those left. Gawain's gaze was unsteady, nervous, and it made Bedivere nervous too. What was going on here?
The King looked to her loyal knight standing beside him. "Eliminate the extras."
Bedivere could only watch in horror as his trusted friend Gawain pulled out his sword and brought it down on the helpless in front of him, all by the orders of his beloved King. The screams etched their way into his mind, sure to haunt his dreams for many nights to come.
The heavy weight of sorrow, fear, confusion, and above all else guilt kept his body from moving. He clutched his arm to his chest, trying to force down the scream that was trying to force its way out. All he could do was watch until the tears stinging at his eyes blurred his vision.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault!
When Dazai woke up early, Bedivere would be gone. He had gone into spirit form when his own dream had upset him too much to sleep. Curiously, his silver arm was also gone from the table, as that seemed to disappear when he did.]