Each knight, varied in arms and armor in life, had the same in their imitations. This was the real reason why Merlin wanted Death’s Arch in Avalon. He experimented with the Dementor’s to the point of being able to create an opposing force. Beings who sought out to help and heal, not take. Who brought hope and not despair. They were but mere personifications of the knights, not the souls of the original knights. Even Merlin wouldn’t step over that line, not that I would let him. I barely allowed him to move Death’s Arch here; his argument about the dangers of it being in the world far outweighed my discomfort.