Shen Yuan (peerlesscucumber)

Galahad doesn't say anything to this. He doesn't often remember people in a vivid way, and his memory is more likely to elide something terrible than preserve it, but he remembers Claudius in the greenhouse, the sleeve of his shirt torn open and soaked with blood, the ragged edges of the bite, a lock of his hair fallen out of place across his eyes, his face -- which Galahad can never read -- tight with pain. He doesn't ask for the memory: it just comes, bringing with it fear and a ferocious anger that burns under his skin.