what actually KILLS me about mercelot is that both of them thought the "more (important) than anything" thing was about their respective loves for arthur and gwen. and they aren't exactly wrong! they DO love them but. buuuuuuuuuuuut. and this is when i lose it. they'd become SO IMPORTANT to each other in the past year, and were already so special to each other before that (lancelot knew everything about merlin and kept his secret and was his ride or die; merlin was the ONLY ONE who reached out to lancelot after everything) but the larger than life, idealistic feelings surrounding their relationships to arthur and gwen (respectively) eclipsed that, and it did that because for a year they had each other. they were constantly together. you cannot miss what you have by your side. they were intimate in all the ways that matter. lancelot is SO IN SYNC with merlin: he's always the first to reach him when merlin is down. the level of awareness lancelot has of merlin's place in space... the implications of it. and merlin confides in lancelot, tells him everything: every thought, every doubt, every plan. he's soooo happy before the veil was teared down. he has a friend with whom he can be himself! a friend that supports him, doesn't constantly berate him for how he uses his magic (coughgaiuscough) and even encourages him to use it for menial tasks like dealing with a stain. lancelot is fiercely loyal to merlin and IT DOESNT MATTER that he has to lie to arthur's face because in truth, lets face it, his loyalty to arthur and camelot come second. his love for gwen lighted the way at the lowest point of his life, and he gave that up because he thought it was the right thing to do; and he lost her, and gwen kinda moved on, and lancelot was moving on, too. but both merlin and lancelot were hung up on the longing-- merlin, on wanting arthur to see him as he was, and lancelot, mourning what he'd lost with gwen. but all through that they were glued to each other, no one questioned lancelot following merlin everywhere because it was already a thing by the time of the darkest hour. it is the most simple and honest love, a kind of peace and comfort that goes unremarked until is lost. and they didn't know until it was too late.