[ Damn... so she has to deal with Adra lecturing her and then Gilgamesh being, well, not himself but also himself. She can practically feel the responsibility of maintaining morale on her shoulders. Here we gooo, Saber.
She first looks at Adra, almost instantly understanding who he is to Gilgamesh. She remembers clearly this unsettling question about how a king should treat his subjects, her telling him that this person might see things in him not many do. There's so many things she wants to ask the elf... But it is not the time.
There's also this man bowing her head to her, obviously to only enact what's on the mural. He's still insufferable, obnoxious, immature, and yet he has these other sides that she has never seen before. She would have been able to drop him, all of it, quickly and never need to deal with him yet they're working together only because he tries to be somewhat tolerable She wishes to learn more as well.
Taking in a deep breath, she'll place a hand on Gilgamesh's shoulder. Again. ]
Raise your head, King of Heroes. [ Out of habit, even if it isn't a genuine gesture from him. She starts her display, a large smile and eyes bright with ardor. It has been long since this passion has come to her, possibly when she first became a king. ] We are not treasures for you to collect, but we are here as your allies.
As Adrasteius has stated, we will move on from what we were. [ This is where she'll look at Adra, giving him a nod of thanks for all he has done, now back to the golden king. ] I've told you before as well. Even if fate challenges us, we are kings of legend--we will slay fate and rewrite our own story.
I, Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights, will see to it to the end. Let us proceed and show this world that we are more than our pasts!
[ She may be small, but she holds so much more than grace. Practically the embodiment of confidence, it's surprising she's only a girl and a pawn at that. Still, she looks to the door and leads. ]
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She first looks at Adra, almost instantly understanding who he is to Gilgamesh. She remembers clearly this unsettling question about how a king should treat his subjects, her telling him that this person might see things in him not many do. There's so many things she wants to ask the elf... But it is not the time.
There's also this man bowing her head to her, obviously to only enact what's on the mural. He's still insufferable, obnoxious, immature, and yet he has these other sides that she has never seen before. She would have been able to drop him, all of it, quickly and never need to deal with him yet they're working together only because he tries to be somewhat tolerable She wishes to learn more as well.
Taking in a deep breath, she'll place a hand on Gilgamesh's shoulder. Again. ]
Raise your head, King of Heroes. [ Out of habit, even if it isn't a genuine gesture from him. She starts her display, a large smile and eyes bright with ardor. It has been long since this passion has come to her, possibly when she first became a king. ] We are not treasures for you to collect, but we are here as your allies.
As Adrasteius has stated, we will move on from what we were. [ This is where she'll look at Adra, giving him a nod of thanks for all he has done, now back to the golden king. ] I've told you before as well. Even if fate challenges us, we are kings of legend--we will slay fate and rewrite our own story.
I, Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights, will see to it to the end. Let us proceed and show this world that we are more than our pasts!
[ She may be small, but she holds so much more than grace. Practically the embodiment of confidence, it's surprising she's only a girl and a pawn at that. Still, she looks to the door and leads. ]