[Winning the war, actually, isn't something Caster has any particular attachment to. On this matter, she's said little to her Master - she supports him, yes, and she likes that what he's doing is for the good of the people, but there's something at the back of her mind, a whisper of a memory, that tells her that being the last Servant this time isn't the only way to win.
Seeing Bedivere - it feels like taking a half step. There's something else missing in order for her foot to touch the ground.]
Thank you. [She gently squeezes his wrist before pulling back, and leaves him with her handkerchief.] You bet I'll do my best. And you shouldn't hold back on feeling, you know? It's long past the time for formalities.
[--- she knows with certainty. One day, she will have to draw the Sword of Selection and become the perfect king. But until that time comes, she'll carry on with the cheer of a normal studious girl who sleeps in on weekends - or as much as she can do that, because her Master's a busy one!
Thanks to all of that, she's happy to remind the knight of her other self that openly showing his tears is okay.
When her Master suggests retiring for the day, she takes a few steps backward to join him.
Dazai takes that as his cue to squeeze Bedivere's shoulder. He, too, would have to look into why King Arthur is the way she is - it hasn't sunk in that she's a girl? And claims to be a village girl. With a talent for spell casting. Oh boy.]
Sure. I'll wait for your text.
...Saber?
[I'll make sure you two have time to catch up, he communicates.]
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Date: 2021-01-28 05:06 am (UTC)Seeing Bedivere - it feels like taking a half step. There's something else missing in order for her foot to touch the ground.]
Thank you. [She gently squeezes his wrist before pulling back, and leaves him with her handkerchief.] You bet I'll do my best. And you shouldn't hold back on feeling, you know? It's long past the time for formalities.
[--- she knows with certainty. One day, she will have to draw the Sword of Selection and become the perfect king. But until that time comes, she'll carry on with the cheer of a normal studious girl who sleeps in on weekends - or as much as she can do that, because her Master's a busy one!
Thanks to all of that, she's happy to remind the knight of her other self that openly showing his tears is okay.
When her Master suggests retiring for the day, she takes a few steps backward to join him.
Dazai takes that as his cue to squeeze Bedivere's shoulder. He, too, would have to look into why King Arthur is the way she is - it hasn't sunk in that she's a girl? And claims to be a village girl. With a talent for spell casting. Oh boy.]
Sure. I'll wait for your text.
...Saber?
[I'll make sure you two have time to catch up, he communicates.]