Because it was himself and not himself, it was everything he needed to be and nothing he wanted, it was truth and lies in such expert, inextricable, clever tangles that sometimes even Hal himself was uncertain as to which of them was the more real.

Wow, yes. That's Hal.

And I love how you've fitted Falstaff in, and like angevin2 there's always a bit of me that's on his side, or at least feels horribly sad that it ends up the way it does.

And I want to read MORE kinky Percy!sex.