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possibly headed somewhere soon? or maybe not idk
I am neither childish, nor do I babble. Your clever attempts at wordplay fail to amuse, mongrel.
[...Saber's practically a saint for dealing with you, Gil. You're lucky she didn't cleave your head off while she was smiting metaphysical evil.]
Was she, though? The lonely king dying upon the lonely hill... [Grinning like a creeper, yep.] 'tis a shame I couldn't have partaken in such an agonizing view for myself. Alas, only the whims of ants might entertain me now.
[So you wait.]
Indeed. So I wait.
[...Saber's practically a saint for dealing with you, Gil. You're lucky she didn't cleave your head off while she was smiting metaphysical evil.]
Was she, though? The lonely king dying upon the lonely hill... [Grinning like a creeper, yep.] 'tis a shame I couldn't have partaken in such an agonizing view for myself. Alas, only the whims of ants might entertain me now.
[So you wait.]
Indeed. So I wait.
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[Mordred loosened her grip upon her sword and instead shot a venomous stare at Gilgamesh in its stead. He would know her anger even if it was not at the end of her sword.]
What is your connection to my father? I cannot imagine he would willingly associate with someone like yourself.
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She danced for me, on the stage of the Holy Grail War. You were absent, deemed unfit for summons. [But at least he acknowledged her as a fellow Spirit. Sort of.] And she fell yet again, most wondrously, most entrancingly, before the heels of cruel fate.