[ Adra's always gratified by any show of earnest feeling, but any confidence Gil might have instilled fizzes and pops like a soap bubble when he mucks up his spell. Adra takes a step forward, instinctively; if he had his full powers at his command, he'd just levitate the lot of them, no problem. But he doesn't, and really, right now--there's nothing he can do. ]
Gil--Gilgamesh! Are you all right?
[ He looks worriedly to Saber, who's staring ahead with ice-cold calm. Are these two really from the exact same place? ]
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Gil--Gilgamesh! Are you all right?
[ He looks worriedly to Saber, who's staring ahead with ice-cold calm. Are these two really from the exact same place? ]