[He fills in everything she doesn't say with one swift, cutting statement. For once, it's not purposely intended to insult her or chop her down to size. It's just the truth. His brows furrow, and again he thinks it's pitiful that she who pulled the sword from the stone and led Britain to prosperity—shortly before she drowned it in despair—has been rendered no more than a cupbearer. A squire, scurrying about in hopes of avoiding notice or attack.
Gilgamesh makes himself useful as he talks and starts gathering up the supplies.]
We have been stripped of all our powers and abilities as Servants. We have been given human forms, which function as you might expect. We will feel heat and cold, we will weaken and require nourishment and sleep. Essentially, we have been rendered more as we were in life than we are in infamy.
[Less than that, even. Spirited and energetic thanks to that boost of mana, Gilgamesh casts a brief spell to levitate the packs rather than carry them by hand.]
We possess a very limited pool of mana here, indeed, restored by physicality. I will confess it to you, Saber, you must resign yourself to touch...
[A mischievous curl forms on his lips, unseen with his back turned.]
...or else die. You will not survive without the closeness of physical contact, frequent and sustained.
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[He fills in everything she doesn't say with one swift, cutting statement. For once, it's not purposely intended to insult her or chop her down to size. It's just the truth. His brows furrow, and again he thinks it's pitiful that she who pulled the sword from the stone and led Britain to prosperity—shortly before she drowned it in despair—has been rendered no more than a cupbearer. A squire, scurrying about in hopes of avoiding notice or attack.
Gilgamesh makes himself useful as he talks and starts gathering up the supplies.]
We have been stripped of all our powers and abilities as Servants. We have been given human forms, which function as you might expect. We will feel heat and cold, we will weaken and require nourishment and sleep. Essentially, we have been rendered more as we were in life than we are in infamy.
[Less than that, even. Spirited and energetic thanks to that boost of mana, Gilgamesh casts a brief spell to levitate the packs rather than carry them by hand.]
We possess a very limited pool of mana here, indeed, restored by physicality. I will confess it to you, Saber, you must resign yourself to touch...
[A mischievous curl forms on his lips, unseen with his back turned.]
...or else die. You will not survive without the closeness of physical contact, frequent and sustained.