[They are simple words, but they are soothing. Gilgamesh takes heart in them, as well as in the warm flow of mana. The longer they walk together, the stronger he feels. Saber will make due as she always does and always will, he figures; he cannot help but be anything more or less than himself, and that's a fact others must accept. A fact he'd bullied a whole world into accepting, once upon a forever ago.
Gilgamesh's eyes can no longer see for miles and miles, but they are sharp nonetheless, penetrating even this strange mist. As they meet up with Saber again, he can spy pitfalls everywhere. Traps ahead of them, enemies behind, and hives, hives everywhere that are now buzzing. Vicious wings beating just above their heads. And, of course...]
Ugh!
[...spit. Spit that's now been hurled unceremoniously at Gilgamesh's face. Did he deserve that? Probably. Did he like that? Not at all.]
Let us not dawdle in this miserable coven! Hustle!
[Gilgamesh charges forward. The bugs make a beeline for him, and he starts slashing away. It's an easy enough affair, this time, with solid steps beneath their feet.]
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Gilgamesh's eyes can no longer see for miles and miles, but they are sharp nonetheless, penetrating even this strange mist. As they meet up with Saber again, he can spy pitfalls everywhere. Traps ahead of them, enemies behind, and hives, hives everywhere that are now buzzing. Vicious wings beating just above their heads. And, of course...]
Ugh!
[...spit. Spit that's now been hurled unceremoniously at Gilgamesh's face. Did he deserve that? Probably. Did he like that? Not at all.]
Let us not dawdle in this miserable coven! Hustle!
[Gilgamesh charges forward. The bugs make a beeline for him, and he starts slashing away. It's an easy enough affair, this time, with solid steps beneath their feet.]