possibly headed somewhere soon? or maybe not idk

[babbylon]

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.

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[babbylon]

I am the sun.

[...well, were you expecting any other answer, Rider?]

And as it was you whose wings melted, it was you who flew too high.

[ranthatbitchover]

[He was. Don't know why. He really should have expected that very same response.]

My wings? Ha! the great Iskandar has no need of wings to fly!! Thunder and lightning serve as my wings! Thunder and lightning cannot melt!

[...metaphors. Rider doesn't...always get them...]