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Arthur knows this man with the silver hair. He had first seen him when he was a small child, he can’t remember a time when he hadn’t known, who he was. He was Death himself. He’s always lurking in the shadows wherever he goes, and he’s always in his dream.
Every time someone dies he whispers to him: It’s your fault.
Every time Camelot is in danger he says: You can’t do anything, you’re incompetent.
No!
“You’ll only bring Pain to your people. Embrace it. Join me!”
But Arthur doesn’t let Him get to him. He has to stay strong.