There were three endless beats of silence, three sharp thumps of her heart, and Lexi knew because she counted them. Staring at Arthur, she waited for... Something. Some surge of recognition, a lifetime of memories falling into place. A wild crack of thunder or...something. Something other than quiet, than the faint sound of her breath a little too quick, a little too shallow.
"Lancelot." One name that feels like a death knell, that has her insides crawling away, screaming for her to forget again. That Lancelot was better left buried. "You think I'm Lancelot."
Another beat, just one this time, and Lexi started to laugh. It hurt her throat, that laugh, it made her feel like crying, but she couldn't stop the noise. "You and Elaine and... Jesus, is this whole town on some kind of--"
She couldn't finish. Her protests ran out of steam as she looked at Arthur. Mute, now, Lexi shook her head, trying to keep up her facade. Trying, so very hard, to not be anything but a transient baker.
"I was so scared," she said, voice a hoarse whisper, staring at Arthur, wide eyed. She wasn't in control of her own words, the memories barely bubbling to the surface as she spoke them before retreating again to scurry below rocks and in corners and hide behind denial. "Once I realized... But then I looked at you and thought if that was what the face of my death would be, then I would be carried off a happy man."