[ He's silent, his clawed hand so careful as it intertwines with hers. He was never a safe Servant to summon... hell, as far as risk goes, he's probably all the way up at the top of Servants most likely to kill their Master.
But he holds her as though she were the most precious existence in the world. He marks and bruises her, but he takes care not to destroy her.
He's used to being a living contradiction, at least. ]
...Yeah. I'm afraid it does.
[ They can't see each other's faces, but he practically eclipses her frame with his body as he holds her close. He's practically giving away how needy he is for her touch. ]
But... thank you for staying.
[ At the very least, every journey has it's ups and downs. There's the battle with Woodwose, Mash's journey with Aesc the Savior, the corpse of a god at the bottom of a pit... but then there's the ball at Gloucester, which has Artoria dragged inside by her two red-headed companions, kicking and screaming the whole way.
But in the end... it is all mostly downhill. The true name of Faerie Knight Tristan, the tragic fate of the Rain Clan, the efforts of a single Savior going up in flames for no reason at all. ]
"Ah... Aah... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Why... Why...? Why...!? This was supposed to be the greatest day in Britain's history... Everything was supposed to change for the better! But they... they killed Uther! They slaughtered my entire Round Table... like they... like they were just trash! They asked the world of us! They thought the world of Uther! But now, they've poisoned him... They were too afraid to even face him! Cowards!!! Uther... Talk to me... Uther, Uther! Say something! Please, say anything! Just open your eyes!!! I never let failure stop me! I've kept trying all these thousands of years! Am I doomed to fail here, too!? Is it still not enough? Am I not enough!?"
[ Two girls hated and rejected by the land they were sent to grant salvation. It's nothing Ai didn't already have an idea about already, but it probably doesn't help that the two girls look so similar... like mirror images of each other. One simply being in the process of burning out while the other burnt out a long time ago. ]
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But he holds her as though she were the most precious existence in the world. He marks and bruises her, but he takes care not to destroy her.
He's used to being a living contradiction, at least. ]
...Yeah. I'm afraid it does.
[ They can't see each other's faces, but he practically eclipses her frame with his body as he holds her close. He's practically giving away how needy he is for her touch. ]
But... thank you for staying.
[ At the very least, every journey has it's ups and downs. There's the battle with Woodwose, Mash's journey with Aesc the Savior, the corpse of a god at the bottom of a pit... but then there's the ball at Gloucester, which has Artoria dragged inside by her two red-headed companions, kicking and screaming the whole way.
But in the end... it is all mostly downhill. The true name of Faerie Knight Tristan, the tragic fate of the Rain Clan, the efforts of a single Savior going up in flames for no reason at all. ]
"Ah... Aah... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Why... Why...? Why...!? This was supposed to be the greatest day in Britain's history... Everything was supposed to change for the better! But they... they killed Uther! They slaughtered my entire Round Table... like they... like they were just trash! They asked the world of us! They thought the world of Uther! But now, they've poisoned him... They were too afraid to even face him! Cowards!!! Uther... Talk to me... Uther, Uther! Say something! Please, say anything! Just open your eyes!!! I never let failure stop me! I've kept trying all these thousands of years! Am I doomed to fail here, too!? Is it still not enough? Am I not enough!?"
[ Two girls hated and rejected by the land they were sent to grant salvation. It's nothing Ai didn't already have an idea about already, but it probably doesn't help that the two girls look so similar... like mirror images of each other. One simply being in the process of burning out while the other burnt out a long time ago. ]