It had been two years at least since Andromeda disappeared. He turned the ring on his finger a few times, still not able to part with it. "Because it makes me feel like I belong to someone." That was something Lancelot had struggled with since the old days, even during them after Guinevere left. Sometimes it was like she blamed him completely for their affair, and maybe he had been the one to instigate it right under Author's nose, but he wasn't the sole culprit. Lancelot didn't belong to any order anymore. He wasn't a knight, his group of friends were few, and he had his religion, but outside of it he belonged to very little, and that was damaging to his soul. He battled a lot of depressive thoughts every day when he was alone.