[The day was yet young. Perhaps Gilgamesh would, inevitably, embarrass himself by saying or doing the wrong thing, or gods forbid attempting another marriage proposal. But truth be told, his mind couldn't be further from it at the moment—distance from Saber, as well as the Grail War itself, had done him a great deal of good in this place. And while there's no undoing all of his wickedness, it wouldn't be wrong to see him as subdued, because that's what he's essentially become. He just hasn't had the time nor the means to scheme, and that's for the best.
So is being a thousand miles away from Kirei, let's be honest.
Bird poop, though... bird poop was, authoritatively, the worst, they're both agreed on that. Like, worse than getting impaled through the leg as a form of intimate proposal worst. Gilgamesh cringes as he edges around it as best he can, because he's not about to humiliate himself in front of her again on account of some pesky animal and their pesky excrement. They make it to the top without incident, but of course, that's where the real trouble starts.
Gilgamesh doesn't even have time to begin a spell. The bird just dives at them, and though he almost manages to evade, it's... well, it's almost funny, really, because her unusual concern for him is mirrored in his unusual concern for her. Between the two of them, Saber was far more vulnerable, and even if he wanted to break her down in the worst possible way, he's not quite cruel enough to let her die by way of beak, feather, and talon.
Her defeat is a right reserved to him, after all.]
Let us circle about and dizzy it! Run left, and I shall run right!
[Whether she agrees to it or not, he's off like a rocket.]
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So is being a thousand miles away from Kirei, let's be honest.
Bird poop, though... bird poop was, authoritatively, the worst, they're both agreed on that. Like, worse than getting impaled through the leg as a form of intimate proposal worst. Gilgamesh cringes as he edges around it as best he can, because he's not about to humiliate himself in front of her again on account of some pesky animal and their pesky excrement. They make it to the top without incident, but of course, that's where the real trouble starts.
Gilgamesh doesn't even have time to begin a spell. The bird just dives at them, and though he almost manages to evade, it's... well, it's almost funny, really, because her unusual concern for him is mirrored in his unusual concern for her. Between the two of them, Saber was far more vulnerable, and even if he wanted to break her down in the worst possible way, he's not quite cruel enough to let her die by way of beak, feather, and talon.
Her defeat is a right reserved to him, after all.]
Let us circle about and dizzy it! Run left, and I shall run right!
[Whether she agrees to it or not, he's off like a rocket.]