"Oh, sweetheart," says Shen Qingqiu. He reaches up to brush Galahad's hair out of his eyes, then pulls him forward into a hug, cradling Galahad's head against his shoulder and holding him tight. "I'm so sorry. All your burdens returned, and none of the new ones lifted."

It's a little bit of a surprise—he'd thought that with his memories back, Da–Galahad would be self-assured, a stirring and courageous hero ready to set off to adventure at a moment's notice. But maybe he, like Binghe, is lost, here; unable to properly don the mantle of Protagonist without the proper story around him. Galahad, Galahad. That's Arthurian for sure—he'll have to ask Sagramore about his great purpose. It doesn't seem like Galahad himself is in a place to explain.