[ He's glad she can't see his face. Perhaps it's selfish of him, considering what he's seen of her face, but... ]
...I hated them, you know. I hated how grotesque they were, the way they crawled along my body when I couldn't move, the way they clustered around my every step, the way they viewed me as their king... their savior. To them, the Child of Prophecy was a story... but I was their reality. I hated having that role thrust onto me by creatures so weak that it was only natural they were persecuted, faeries that didn't even have the intelligence to understand the injustices they were dealt.
[ The first tragedy plays out. A forest erupted in flames, the chitters of the creatures perishing within. "It hurts. It hurts. Please, stop. Please don't burn our forest. Please don't destroy Oberon's home." ]
...In the end, I saved none of them. Their deaths accomplished nothing, too. Watching to the end is the one and only respect I can grant them.
[ All of it. From Artoria's enraged screams, the battle with Faerie Knight Gawain, and even to Oberon's first participation in battle (yet another lie he had told, that he wasn't suited for combat)... he rests his chin on top of Ai's head, proof that through it all... not once does he look away. ]
...Well, I suppose I did return the favor in the end. Oh, whoops, spoilers.
[ His tone is so jovial with those last words they couldn't be anything but forced. ]
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[ He's glad she can't see his face. Perhaps it's selfish of him, considering what he's seen of her face, but... ]
...I hated them, you know. I hated how grotesque they were, the way they crawled along my body when I couldn't move, the way they clustered around my every step, the way they viewed me as their king... their savior. To them, the Child of Prophecy was a story... but I was their reality. I hated having that role thrust onto me by creatures so weak that it was only natural they were persecuted, faeries that didn't even have the intelligence to understand the injustices they were dealt.
[ The first tragedy plays out. A forest erupted in flames, the chitters of the creatures perishing within. "It hurts. It hurts. Please, stop. Please don't burn our forest. Please don't destroy Oberon's home." ]
...In the end, I saved none of them. Their deaths accomplished nothing, too.
Watching to the end is the one and only respect I can grant them.
[ All of it. From Artoria's enraged screams, the battle with Faerie Knight Gawain, and even to Oberon's first participation in battle (yet another lie he had told, that he wasn't suited for combat)... he rests his chin on top of Ai's head, proof that through it all... not once does he look away. ]
...Well, I suppose I did return the favor in the end. Oh, whoops, spoilers.
[ His tone is so jovial with those last words they couldn't be anything but forced. ]