Michael sat down in his seat behind his desk. He could feel the tension building in his shoulders, it was something he was expecting to feel a lot more of in the coming months. Hopefully years. Although he hoped the war wouldn't last that long, the thought of leading people into that for years made him feel sick as well as tense. Perfect.
He tapped his fingers against his desk for a moment, if he looked relaxed maybe Christian would take a second to let his mouth catch up with his brain. "Both of us. Me, Arthur, it's all the same, isn't it?" He asked. "We're both leaders, and we're on the right side." God, he hoped he was on the right side or they were so monumentally fucked. "I'm, well, I'm going to need your help." He hated asking for it, normally he'd just bark an order and expect Christian to follow it. Arthur also wasn't fond of it, but if they were going to ask anyone it should be him.
Christian. Merlin. It was all the same to them, at the end of the day he was the person they could trust. Maybe if Gwen or Morgana were here there would be someone else, but there wasn't.