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Camelot stood atop the roof of the library, looking out over the city as he always did. He was a quiet man, these days, but not by choice. Things beyond his control stole his attention away from the city he cared most about, and the people he was sworn to protect.

He would not let his attention wane again, though: he was determined to renew his pledge, and live up to what he accepted many years ago as his own personal code as a knight. He was given these powers for a reason, after all, and losing his focus to doubt, fear, or anything else was not acceptible. He could not allow himself to let those that needed him down.

Whether they knew he was there or not.

The Royal Knight decided that instead of standing vigil over his usual few blocks of street, he would go out and patrol directly. Generally, the Negaverse knew better than to continue any nefarious deeds they were up to once they felt his massive aura approaching, so it was relatively easy to keep his patrol quiet and without conflict.

But tonight, maybe he was looking for something. A clearer purpose. A renewed interest. A spark. Something needed to call to him, as he was longing to answer. He just did not know what he was missing.

Camelot turned when he heard his name, though he had felt the aura approaching him from a distance away. It did not have his shield summoned, nor did he seem particularly aggressive. Not that he ever did, even when he was in a tense mood. Instead, he looked more tired than anything else, soft green eyes falling on the vaguely familiar form, though he lifted his eyebrows in wonder.

That was the tricky thing with glamour, and with side switching. He had met Wolframite both when he was previously a Negaverse soldier, and when he had purified, of course, but now that he had gone back, the connection between all three had been momentarily severed.

A heavy sense of loss, however, quickly settled, and his expression fell further. He nodded his head, at least turning fully and no longer walking down the street. It wasn't like he had a purpose beyond an encouter like this, anyway. Frowning, he took a very deep breath, as if steadying himself.

"Ah. Yes." He engaged quietly, taking a step toward the Negaverse soldier.

Camelot looked sad, his usually warm green eyes growing a little softer, and his age a bit more apparent on his face. He seemed tired, and took a very deep breath before letting it out in a quiet, restrained sigh. There were parts of this war that he would never get used to, and never really know how to deal with. He hated seeing knights lost, or people hurt, and he knew that Wolframite had been both. Before and after his purification, and now back with the Negaverse. Maybe he had found a little more of himself, but the use of Chaos as that answer could never sit well with the Royal Knight. No matter how understanding he tried to be.

"I was hoping I might be wrong," he said, with a nod.

At length, he offered a thin smile, tilting his head to the side.

"Everything? There were some things you don't have to apologize for. And some things I should, as well. And I am sorry, for failing you. For not helping you more. I should have done more than simply purify you... and it does pain me now to see you back with the Negaverse. Though after our last parting, I can't say I'm all that surprised."

Dad was not upset. Dad was disappointed.