Twenty-two – 05

[This post is from Artorius Mackenzie’s point of view.]

“You are not making any sense and let me tell you, that is pretty annoying.”

His nose wrinkled and for a second he glared at Astrid.  “I’m doing the best I can.”

“Are you?  Are you really?”  She leaned a little closer.  “Because I seem to recall you being much more articulate and much more straightforward than this.  You’re hedging.  Why.”

“Because I’m terrified of what it means if I’m the one they’re looking for.  Not just for me, but for all of you.”

“You said they think you might be somebody.  Who do they think this somebody is?”

The question only made sense in context and Tory blew out a breath through his teeth, shaking his head slowly.  “King Arthur reborn.”

“King Arthur reborn,” Astrid echoed, her tone holding a significantly heavy note of disbelief.  “Like from all of those Round Table stories that you and Lin were always reading?”

“Something like that, except this is apparently the real thing.”  Tory rubbed at his temple.  “And the worst of it is, I actually believe that it might be a real thing.  I’m just not convinced that I’m the one they’re looking for.”

“If not you, then who?”

The question was jarring.  “What?”

“Seriously.  Look at your pedigree, Tory.  If it’s not you, then who the hell is it?”

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