Camelot's mind was on the game, certainly. He was back in, and he was focusing on what needed to be done. Ever since his power up, he had found a renewed vigor. It helped that, though he had plenty of other things to distract him, the safety of his dog was not among them any more. That had been an epic distraction, as well.

But everything had fallen out in place, and he was working with what had been handed to him, and somehow it was working out. Sure, he didn't understand a lot of it. Most of it, in fact. And yes, being a full fledged knight was more than a little intimidating. More than a lot intimidating, if he were honest.

Yet it all felt right. Like something had finally turned the right way, and clicked into place. Whatever this puzzle was, it wasn't complete. Not yet. But it was one step closer, and the rush of contentment, excitement, and anticipation that came with this thought was exhilarating.

So he was excited for the patrol that evening. He held his shield up, humming to himself as he walked along, looking for any signs of trouble. Any youma, or Chaos aligned agents.

If there was someone out there that needed a knight, he was pledged to their service. He just had to find them.