Why did I live on...

This question stuck to him like a nightmare.

"Stop forcing yourself into corners, idiot."

"Hey, are you still thinking about this kind of question?"

"Bedivere, you are not suitable for a dramatic death, but someone who is bound to have a stable life."

...Argh, there goes again...

This is not the first time having a conversation with the deceased.

He once thanked god for his survival.

Also did he think about following the deceased.

But now, the glance the knight looking at his companion, whom he went to hell and back, was absolutely cold.

At first those was like blurred views. But when he noticed, the phantoms became frequent guests at night, interfering with his daily life and starting conversations with him.

Was himself crazy...the knight did think of this sometimes.

...but even so, there is never a trace of the king.

Her last expression was calm. That is different from the King Arthur in the depth of the knight's memory.

...the continuation of a dream is both the first and the last lie...

In fact the knight had a hard time convincing himself that a faith like nothingness can lead to redemption of his king.

No, the one who cannot get redemption at the end is perhaps himself.

...Lost track of the memory of the king, lost track of the heart of the king...

"This place is..."

This forest...

That is the view he won't forget in his whole life.

Not here.

Oh, right, I am in a dream.

The memory deep in heart continuously remind the knight...

His king has already...

This is just a phantom.

But even so...

"My king... Is this the continuation of your dream?"

...The wish he couldn't fulfill throughout his life, came true.

And from that time on, those strange dreams disappeared.

He is fully aware that this is a dream

Whether Gawain, Kay, or Tristan, they are all the projections of his heart.