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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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[And Gilgamesh generally has a poor track record of letting dogs bark at him without consequence, as she might recall with Lancelot. A miracle she still stands, and in one piece, no less—or a very calculated gesture on his part.]
You stand in my debt, Saber, for her violation of honorable code and my generous mood which spared her.
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[It is just as she has thought she would do.
She would have said something to defend her king's honor. She cannot object to the motive of actions, even though her volatile temper was precisely one of the reasons she had a poor qualification as king.]
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[That will cancel the debt. She does not like to owe anything to Gilgamesh and she is not convinced he spared Mordred out of simple kindness.]