โIt's okay, sweet child of mine . . . โ She says in a gentle whisper.
Despite all the events that have ensued.
Despite everything . . .
He was still her darling child. And nothing could change that.
โI'm still your mother after all, Lancelot . . . โ
"...!!"
This... this was...
He had his back turned to her, a groan mixed in with that raspy voice. Ragged breathing as he was just glad she didn't accidentally impale herself on one of his many spikes.
"... Mother... please... don't..."
But instead of being frightened of his state, she does the opposite.
Vivian embraces the knight in black. Her child.
โYou've returned to me, my child . . . โ
โ . . . ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐.โ The name left her lips unconsciously.
There was no mistaking it. Even in this state, how could she not recognize his voice?
"... Why... are you... here...?"
Strained, raspy voice, coming from within that armor. Having to hold back his own madness...
And his sadness... for the fact his own mother was now gazing at this utter failure of a knight.