Today is confounded. [Accidental]

[haspurity]

[there is the sound of Arthur tossing the communicator in the air as he thinks out loud, so things are a bit garbled]

This place... what sort of hellish torture is this? I can barely breathe as is.

[a long pause, as homesickness kicks in.]

... I wonder what's happening in Camelot, now.

Comments

[dynast_daughter]

You should cover your mouth with a dampened cloth. It may not be the ideal solution, but it does make breathing easier.

... It is natural, even at a time such as this, to think of home.

[haspurity]

I'll keep that in mind.

I'd be worried if I were the only one missing home.

[dynast_daughter]

Unless any other options arise, it is the best we can do.

I can assure you, Arthur, you are far from the only one. Your kingdom, it is in good hands?

[herowithparasol]

At least...probably nothing as bad as here.

[haspurity]

That's not as reassuring as you might think.

[herowithparasol]

Cheer up, if you've got good enough heroes there, its probably fine.

This place needs more help, anyway.

[merelymisplaced]

Things-- appear to be lifting up a little, at least, my dear boy. All the same, it is advisable to keep a damp cloth in front of your nose and mouth as much as you can.

...Camelot?

[haspurity]

I've heard, I've heard.

Yes, it's my home.

[merelymisplaced]

I doubt it will do any lasting damage, all the same.

My, you certainly, er... That is to say, in studying texts--

I've heard it's simply wonderful.