"Am I okay?" Dolemeck asked, his whole body shaking as he lifted his head up to look at Derek. Most of his face was covered by his long black hair. It was just pooling about him like ink. "No, I am not. Everyone I ever loved, the world I knew, the world I grew up in does not exist anymore! My tabard is on display in some museum, my legacy has been reduced to a wretched story, and now I discovered I was not in limbo for one hundred and fifty years... it was over a THOUSAND!"
He tried to prevent himself from yelling too loudly, and fought hard to control his crying before Derek. Dolemeck forced himself to sit up on the floor, still crying brokenly like some child.
"It's all gone. Camelot, my King, my mentor, the Princess, and my family. All before I could ever clear my name. They all DIED thinking I was a monster. Some... some deviant!"
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