Britannia: "I never want to see him again. I hate this. I don't even care-"
Old Man: "Some wishes in this world can lead to the most drastic things. I know someone. He is a king."
Britannia: "My boyfriend is going to be the future king of another demension. Or a planet. Whatever they call it."
Old Man: "Sounds like your boyfriend has a great deal of responsibility. I assume he's going to be a great leader."
Britannia: "We've always talked about what a great person he is. And he always liked to make me smile."
Old Man: "And?"
Britannia: "Occasionally we would hang out by ourselves when he was at camp. But then his psycho cousin kidnapped me to get to his team."
Old Man: "But you escaped. I assume that he saved you, which means that he did care about you. And if he did care about you, which I presume is what happened, then you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
Britannia: "I saved myself. But he was so concerned about my safety, even after I already proved to him that I could take care of myself. Even when it looked like all hope was lost, and that he was being forcefully taken away from me, we still made it work through constant contact."
Old Man: "That sounds lovely. For all of your relationship woes, I think you still have a soft spot for him. A girl like you has seen many battles, you've broken in to many different places, but your heart is starting to overcome your head."
Britannia: "You're right. It shouldn't matter. I know that in his heart, he thought that he wasn't doing something wrong, but he did come to the camp to apologize to me. Even though I did punch him in the facae, which is something he definitely deserved, it at least shows that he's sorry. I hope so."
Old Man: "You should give this young man a call, maybe explain to him what you feel in your heart. Know that he can't take you back as fully his, but maybe you two could talk it out sometime. I think there is nothing worse than being separated from the one you love. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm afraid that there's somewhere I need to be. Britannia, should he not accept this, you know that my door is open for you any time."
Britannia: She stood up. "Thank you." She started to walk away, but something pulled her back. "How did you-" she stopped. The man had vanished, with nothing but a single Socerer's of the Magic Kingdom card lying where he sat.