It's moments like these that reaffirm Galahad's choice to himself. What they're doing may be "wrong" in the eyes of God, but anyone who would assert that wrongdoing has never stepped up to support him in reaching for something higher and better in the way Beelzebub does. Although still uncertain, moments like this strengthen what he knows is the right choice even when the rest of his people and world may not agree. There's simply no way that a love as deep and powerful as this could be wrong, regardless of the circumstances or bodies involved.

"I want my world to reach a place where people can love truly regardless of who or what they are." He lays a hand on Beelzebub's arm. "If this is what it means for people to be true to themselves, it's a fate that should be available to all-- a justice that shouldn't be infringed upon because some people disagree or interpret scripture a certain way."

His smile fades slightly into a more sober expression. "If that's not something even the High King of Albion could achieve," without severe diplomatic consequences, "I think I could see, at least, that it stops being punished in those ways that it is."

Freedom is something to aspire for. Freedom is something he wants. But despite having some training in kingcraft, he's not sure where he'd even start. It's a worthwhile thought.