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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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[She gnashes her teeth and silences her curse, but her gaze is full of venom. He had to say this when she noticed Mordred and when she feels that old wound opening again.]