“You—you’re doing this again? You’re pushing me away—again?”

He doesn’t remember the life you had. The one where he was king and you were his consort. He only remembers this one. Where his spouse inexplicably leaves him from time to time. Arthur’s nearing his limit. He loves you. But he doesn’t know how much longer he can live like this. Live without you.

“Wait just—wait, at least tell me what I did wrong this time.”

The truth is, you don’t know. Pushing him away is an urge.