[At first, Sylvain nods. It makes sense, within the sort of logic that this place has. They share some kind of soul bond to these figures of legend now, and those figures share a story, a world, a bond. It almost feels in a way like Sylvain has gained a new crest, without all of the stupid social baggage that comes with that. He almost likes this Sir Lancelot better than the Hero Gautier...

Girl who's Mordred. Okay, sure, why not. He'll just deal with that later.]

Damn. You're not kidding.

[About time and space not meaning much, he means.]

I don't know these stories in specific, [He holds up the book again.] But there are similar stories from home for me. Kings and knights and noble deeds and old wars, that sort of thing. We still do live in times sort of like it, though. We just ended a war, back home for me. [His eyes darken a little, and they focus on something past Dojima's shoulder for a moment before he reins it back in and returns to his easy smile.] The details are a bit different but without splitting hairs, Lancelot could be my neighbor, basically.

[He chuckles mildly.] Never thought I'd have to deal with having a second King.