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snues:

She’s taken back, the disgust clear on her face. She’s lucky her back is to him otherwise this might cause some problems, not like he’d care, though. Despite him being so open to her, that didn’t mean she still wasn’t sick at the mention of it, or felt some guilt that she didn’t try and stop him. Rationalizing it as ‘none of her business’ when in reality she felt very responsible for those involved.

“I’m sure your delicacy brought comfort to the families involved.”

Sarcasm, sarcasm laced with disbelief at what she’s hearing. But at the same time, she’s not really surprised. So say she is, is saying she hardly knows the other at all. And as he moved closer, she feels hesitant on giving him the bags. But then she shoves it into his hand and waltzes ahead, attitude in full tow. “Well, if you’re finally going to act like a gentleman, then let me help you in being one.” meaning, for that earlier comment, she’s going to make you her lackey for her entire stay.

Just as expected, unable to lash out, she'd try to use her tongue instead -- sadly, words had very little impact on Uryuu in general, as in his line of 'work', people tended to talk a little too much. They'd call him a killer, a demon, a disgrace -- he could agree with the first one, he supposed, but down at his core, he was merely an artist, wasn't he? It seems like aside from a certain, corrupted Spirit, no one truly understood the meaning behind his murder sprees.

Oh well, maybe one day.

"Y'think? Maybe me murdering them increased their chances of getting to heaven -- who knows, I might've done them a favor!"

Because surely, if demons existed, so did angels and whatnot, right? It was only logical.

With a small grin, he grabs the bags and follows her down the hall. In a sudden outburst of kindness, he was willing to help her settle down in this place -- otherwise, she probably shouldn't expect much from him. He lived at his own pace, used to being alone more than around other people; in the end, she probably wouldn't take kindly to his activities, no matter what.

#snues #uryuu ;

snues:

“Yes, I can. You live here, don’t you? You can at least make it livable for yourself. It’s none of my business, anyway.”

She seems relatively pleased to hear that her room is nothing like this, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to live in these conditions. “I’m not going to ask what kind of stuff that may be,” she sighs, dusting off her skirt. This was all so… gross though. She fumbles a bit with whether she should take the initiative and clean it but.. she rummages through a bag, bending over to grab a change of clothes. “And where’s this room? Down the hall, right?” she asks, tossing locks of hair behind her shoulder.

“Busy, he says..”

"It's perfectly livable for me, though. See, I'm pretty neat when I make my art, so I'm allowed to be a little lazy when I'm back home, right?"

It seemed perfectly logical to him, but people generally didn't understand his point of view. It was fine -- he already got used to their lack of tolerance, merely keeping to himself. But she knew of his secrets, and she agreed to live with him even despite that -- why, he wasn't sure, but at least in front of her, he didn't have to calculate the words he said. Talking was so boring and pointless when every sentence could be a potential landmine.

"Yeah, right over there! Let me help you with the bags, while I'm on this whole gentleman rush," grinning slightly, he moved to close the distance between them, extending his hand towards her expectantly.

#snues #uryuu ;

snues:

To wonder how she got in this situation was simple enough. The fact that this was one of her only plausible options made her want to seethe a little on the inside, but she sucked it up. Nonetheless, Rin Tohsaka finds herself to be in the apartment of Ryuunosuke Uryuu. With her bags in hand, she throws them on the ground of the living room, finding the stench to already be horribly grotesque. She would complain but.. he took her in, so she owes him some common respect.

“Don’t you ever clean up in here?”

Sort of. But she’s toning her frankness down juuuust a bit.

He didn't expect much gratitude -- not from her, anyway -- but that didn't stop him from gushing over his own, kind heart, ignoring the girl standing in the living room for a good few seconds. With a theatrical bow to greet her, as soon as she speaks, he quietens down -- looking around his apartment quickly. It wasn't the biggest, nor nearly anywhere close to luxurious, seeing as his 'hobby' required him to move places often. Nevertheless, he found himself staying here for a longer period of time -- which is also why he didn't mind taking a stray from the streets, the girl having some issues with her own home.

It's hard to say Uryuu had any interest in her reasons for running away.

"Well, I'm a busy man! You can't expect me to pick everything up!" Stumbling over a cup or slipping on a stray pair of socks never bothered him much in the first place. "Besides, your room is relatively clean. Might've stored some stuff in there at some point, but --"

Well, it's safe to say that she'd do herself a favor if she opened the windows and left them like that for a few days, at least.

#snues #uryuu ;

tigeristic:

A low chuckle rumbles at the back of his throat, actually materializing a cup and pitcher and pouring himself a drink before setting the container away and tipping his cup against his lips. He wasn’t worried about him getting out, in fact, just because of his endearing defiance he’s going to make the chains coil a little tighter around the bound limbs.

How easy it’d be to kill him right now, but what would be the fun in that? He obviously would have preferred to die than endure this — so he’s going to deny him that pleasure.

”I do, actually. Because you know as well as I do that I don’t have to lift a finger to kill you right now.” Not that it would be considered much of a threat, really, if he wanted to die anyway then he’d simply be granting his wish. Keeping him where he was is definitely a better option until he grows tired of it.

Unless, of course, he manages to actually escape the chains.

But for now he’s quite content in making the man before him feel just how useless he is in his current situation. He did say that he was going to show him his superiority over the King of Knights after all, so he wants to let it settle in that thick head of his until he gets the point.

”There is no need for two Kings.”

”With you serving under my command, we could easily unite this divided world into one once more and rule over it like I have before. It was a much simpler time back then — now the mongrels have become far too arrogant with their consumption and it is ruining my garden.”

He didn't have a tendency to get riled up easily, but it seems like this man pushed all the right buttons -- the annoyance now clear in his expression. A small, almost inaudible grunt escapes his lips as the chains tighten around his wrists; he doesn't allow himself to truly react to it, however, tipping his head up a little further to try and level their gazes, at least to some extent.

"If you had a sliver of honor, you would kill me rather than subject me to this idiocy," but then, he wasn't expecting anything more from this arrogant man. Clearly, this war wasn't of any importance to him -- he would rather screw around with his foe than simply dispose of them and move on to the next target, a strategy Saber really couldn't wrap his mind around.

They were much too different for him to be able to understand Gilgamesh's ways, though.

"That must be the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. Leave the world to the living and remain an observer, King of Heroes; you seem to be fit for that role," scoffing under his breath, he had no desire to rule over anyone again; if only because of the mistakes of his past. Either way, he didn't even want to think what would happen if Gilgamesh gained his previous status back.

People suffered under his rule; him becoming a King was not only an abnormality, seeing as he should be long dead, but a risk Saber wasn't willing to take.

"If that's all you wanted to ask of me, and you're not going to kill me, release me and let me go. This entire chat is pointless."

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

“‘Dirty’? No such thing. None of the items in my treasury could be described as such, I made sure of that.” He knows full well what he meant, he just wants to tease a little considering he has the chance to while his good hand is immobilized. “Besides, you’d be angrier if I held back on you too much anyway. Consider this a treat, King of Knights. You were deemed worthy enough for this.”

Whether he knows it he treasures Enkidu after all, but that doesn’t necessarily matter to him because now that he’s at least in one place he’ll go on ahead and immobilize the other hand too before he could take the sword. For now he could keep it to those appendages, if he continues to struggle he’ll just add more to his bindings.

Legs, throat, mouth — he had more options other than just his hands. But he wants him to keep talking, for now, so he takes his time making his way towards the bound King, his amused smirk simply spreading.

”I really would be thankful if I were you, this is one of the less lethal and painless options. There were others that I considered that could have ended much worse for you. But I’m a generous King.”

He crosses his arms at this point, actually debating whether or not he should get wine out for this chat.

”I could of course, release you, if you so chose to pledge your loyalty to me.”

Worthy enough? He mulls over the other King's words for a second, ignoring his presence completely. Now that he actually thought about it, he didn't have a slightest idea how these chains worked and what they were -- surely not mere iron, as that would be easy to break. Yet, no matter how much he tugged, they wouldn't budge. It seemed like his strength alone wasn't enough to get out of the strange restraints; and so, he'd have to come up with something else.

Distracted with his own thoughts, even if he did react in time, there wasn't much space to maneuver himself out of this. He withdraws his other hand as much as he can, stepping to the side to delay it for one, useless second, but that seems to be the limit of his allowed movement -- second arm soon restrained as well. Gritting his teeth in obvious annoyance, he turns his head back to the approaching man, one eyebrow quirked up.

"What is the purpose of telling me this? Do you truly expect my gratitude?" Honestly, he would've preferred to continue fighting -- even if put at an disadvantage, in his long years of continuous clashes against other heroes and Kings alike, he had learned that there was a way out of every situation.

Assuming you weren't bound and immobilized.

Expecting death as soon as Gilgamesh got closer, after hearing his words, he briefly wonders if that wouldn't be the preferable outcome. He's pretty sure any knight would rather die than be humiliated like this, anyway.

"Ha -- have you no shame? Asking a King to serve you? My loyalty lies with my master; the answer is, quite obviously, no."

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

It was a good thing that he’s already changed into his armor as he wouldn’t nearly have enough time to draw something out of his vault to counter that strike, simply digging his heels into the ground and raising his arms to protect himself from the mana instilled gusts from his Strike Air. Still, he might be confident in his golden armor but even with it being capable of resisting strong magics it can only hold so many of those blows before relenting to the brute force and he knows that well.

The best way to counter it was to return a strike with enough mana to overwhelm it, which would be easy enough if he had the right tools on hand.

He also knows that prolonged battles with an expert swordsman such as the Holy Sword wielder would be a mistake on his part, so drawing it out for amusement might cost him — but despite that he’s still weighing his options for the sake of amusement. The smart thing to do was to either withdraw now or to completely overwhelm him before he decides to go all out.

The question was, would he survive that?

Well, first he should really do something about him and his sword, so as soon as the harsh wind dies down he summons his beloved Enkidu; the chains darting towards the King of Knights in attempts to restrain his mobility and his sword. After all, he’d really rather go without having to pull out Ea for this fight, even if he is a worthy opponent for it. He’d rather use it when the other is actually going all out.

Ignoring the fact that the blue light had a potential to momentarily blind basically anyone, he watches the attack reach its target -- albeit with very little result. He didn't expect much, however; his mana resource was limited, seeing as he didn't want to drain from Kirtsugu, and usually, preparing this particular technique took much more time. Nevertheless, it fulfilled its initial purpose -- distraction, and before long, he was on his way towards the other King again, planning to close the distance between them in a few, long leaps.

Truth was, even if he wanted to go all out in this fight, he wouldn't be able to. Without Kiritsugu's prana to support Excalibur, the attack would end up being unsuccessful -- moreover, the seals on his sword hadn't deemed this situation worthy, thus, his final Noble Phantasm was still a few steps away. If Gilgamesh decided to finish this off quickly, without a doubt, Saber would be forced to retreat.

For now, though, he focused on the situation at hand -- raising his arm to strike at the other King again, just to get his arm caught up in the chain. His reflexes were good enough not to allow his other hand to be captured; yet, with his sword arm immobile, there wasn't a lot he could do.

"Don't tell me you've resorted to dirty tricks to save yourself, King of Heroes," narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him, he moves to reach for the sword with his second hand, tugging on the chain all the while.

#tigeristic #saver ;

riottry:

Akuma happily waited despite his boyfriend’s displeasure. All that could go through his mind was that he was awake. He was finally awake. And if Haru wasn’t in the cancer ward, cheering up other kids like the damn saint she was, he would totally be hugging her half to death with how happy he was. Content with sitting there, waiting, he kept his straightest face. Arms crossed, leg crossed, and sitting patiently in his chair for the nurse to check him thoroughly. Deducing he was fine enough, he rested his face in his hands. Tired and relieved, he leaned over a bit just to take a few deep breaths.

Only to after, feel fingers thread through his hair.

God, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Mizuki’s touch. Closing his eyes for another second, he soon tilted his head up until he felt the hand on his face. And put his hand over Mizuki’s. Fuck. The feeling of his cracked, rough hand over the other’s slightly softer ones always amazed him.

“… I hope you didn’t sit here too much. That seems terribly boring”

Giving a light laugh, he shook his head and only shuffled closer, onto Mizuki’s bed. Really, he hated how clingy he must seem at the moment. But god, he felt like he was dreaming. And if he was, he didn’t want to wake up.

Sighing a bit, he’ll run a hand through Mizuki’s hair and smile just a bit. “Nah. I think this hospital doesn’t know a thing about the demon’s mouths. They just think we’re strangely tattooed people. It’s.. nice not to be kicked out of a hospital for once,” he murmured. “It was nice having something to wait for for once.”

Admitting that almost hurt his heart. Because he knew how much pain Haru had been through because of demon mouths. Because of all the pain he’s been through because of them. Because he remembered that rush of fear he had at the thought of being unable to be near Mizuki had they banned him and Haru. No thanks.

“But I have to admit, I’m obnoxiously angry at you still. I can’t… do this emotionally taxing shit, And this happened and I swear to god, you better thank Haru for convincing me how much I l… ca— … how much it’d suck if you woke up alone.”

Oops.

If anything, Akuma being clingy made him feel better about all of this -- simply because it meant the other hadn't lost interest in him yet, nor harbored any excessive anger about what happened in general. It was probably enough that Mizuki couldn't forgive himself for his own idiocy; having someone he held so important be openly mad probably wouldn't make him feel any better. In the other hand, perhaps getting yelled at was what he needed to truly repent.

Tipping his head up to lean into the other's touch, he offered him a small, tired smile, nodding to confirm his words. "There aren't any... demons around here, and a lot of people have tattoos on their faces. Everyone probably thinks you're merely another Ribster; it's not unusual for them to hang around hospitals. Fighting happens a lot, so we get injured," his shoulders rose in a small shrug. Akuma's tattoo might've been one no doctor has seen before, but it didn't really matter, either; small groups existed too, after all.

"Well -- I'm glad you and Haru could take it easy for once. It's not a bad place, huh?" He could imagine Midorijima still confused the other a little, seeing as it seemed like Akuma had never even used internet before, but -- Mizuki had no qualms with teaching him, now that he could actually speak and interact with his boyfriend again. "And the people around these parts are good, too. I take it you haven't encountered any trouble when I was out -- ?"

Sucking in a short, relieved breath, it seems like the other did plan on scolding him after all -- even so, the small smile didn't disappear from his face, any emotion Akuma showed just another proof that all of this was real.

"I'm sorry. I really -- ... I just wanted to -- ... I couldn't stand watching my gang get so... cornered. I made a bold decision, and it was a wrong one. Maybe I shouldn't have been their leader at all," shrugging again, admitting it came to him easier than he expected; maybe all of this merely helped him mature a little. "I'll make sure to thank Haru for convincing you how much you l... ca -- .. how much it'd suck if I woke up alone. It would suck, by the way."

Seems like he still couldn't allow himself to skip a chance to tease the other a little, though.

Oops.

#riottry #mizuki ;

tigeristic:

He pulls the sword out of its place to block the strike; the clashing of metal ringing in his ears as the smallest hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Saber was definitely going for his head, wasn’t he? Well, it doesn’t matter to him. Gilgamesh simply wanted to prove how much of a hypocrite he was being. An understanding King who never looked back — it might not have been his intention but due to his reckless trust and naivety it costed him the future of his kingdom. Gilgamesh knew better than that at least.

Honor, chivalry, what did those matter in the end if the subjects were dead? They died because they weren’t able to support themselves and Gilgamesh was sure of that. What a useless King.

Of course, now that he’s close and was actually stupid enough to want to attack him — the Archer proceeds to direct the varying sorts of projectiles that hovered over him and aim for Saber. Not once hesitating to return the aggression. For a swordsman of his caliber he should at least be able to handle that much for now; the multitude of blades and weaponry directed at him could be easily blocked if he tried. He just wanted to push him back. He was the one that specializes in close combat after all.

He wouldn’t want to kill him yet though, he wants to see this man break before him before he disappears from the physical plane. But, if he so happened to lose a limb or two before then he wouldn’t be too bothered either. It’s his ego that he wants to crush for foolishly challenging him, especially because of his character. He wasn’t one to relent easily and he could tell that much; if anything it’s something to do before the war ends.

This might've been a rather rash decision, but if anything, the sound of clashing metal sets him at ease -- seeing as actions always spoke louder than words, at least in his case. There wasn't much he wanted to discuss with this arrogant man, anyway; it was much better to settle things with their weapons instead, as Heroic Spirits really should. In the end, he was merely a Servant, and not here to talk about his goals and ambitions -- especially not with an enemy. Thus, this course of action was truly the only reasonable one.

Or so he thought.

The first strike was blocked, just as he expected; nevertheless, he was fairly positive he made his bold intentions clear enough, aiming straight for the other King's head. Unlike Gilgamesh, Saber had no intentions of screwing around; if he could go for the kill, he definitely would, the man not only a nuisance, but a huge threat in the war itself. Jumping back as quickly as he could, of course, staying in close range wasn't a good idea, either, his sword enough to block the incoming projectiles -- mostly because of the wind that surrounded it.

Which also reminded him that he didn't really have to close the distance between them to attack. Sure, using his Noble Phantasm was out of the question -- not only Kiritsugu would notice, but the thirteen seals on his swords hadn't deemed this situation worthy. There were other things he could do, however; the wind surrounding Excalibur already beginning to form stronger gusts.

If Gilgamesh wanted him to stay away, he would.

"Strike air!" Raising his sword above his head, he swung it in the other's direction, the wind mixing with his own mana to form an outburst of energy. Using his own prana supply was probably a mediocre idea, but he really didn't want his master interfering; not so early, anyway. After all, this fight had just started.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

Being in his armor was a given considering his opponent. But it is rather amusing for Gilgamesh to see the King get provoked by his words. How petty. Though he isn’t really surprised — talking down to those codes and honor and whatnot sure did rub those knights the wrong way, didn’t it?

Still, he doesn’t budge despite seeing Saber charge at him with that sword of his. Instead, he prepares his collection for a strike — arm raised to reach for the hilt of one of his many collected swords as he simply waited for the blonde to cut the distance between them.

Why move if Saber was going to come to him anyway?

He'd rather not think of it as being provoked -- even though the other's words did rile him up enough to itch for a fight. More than trying to defend his own honor (which was damaged beyond repair the moment his blade pierced through his Master's chest) he wanted to prove Archer wrong and cut his pointless arrogance down.

The other King was prepared for the clash even before Saber closed the distance between them -- that didn't stop him from swinging his sword at the archer, though, putting as much strength into the strike as he could. Allowing this to go on too long meant having to withdraw due to his master's wishes; if anything, he'd rather end this fight as quickly as it began, hopefully attaining a relatively fast victory.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

#NO.#tigeristic #saber ;

tigeristic:

Oh? That’s fine, there wouldn’t be any amusement to you if you so easily gave in to my whims. I expect more from you after all, ‘King of Knights’.

Please, this won’t be a challenge more than it would be a slaughter.

"Your arrogance will lead you astray, King of Heroes."

Changing into his armor took a mere second -- the suit given to him by Irisviel disappearing underneath a layer of metal and thick, blue material. It was probably better to settle this quickly, otherwise Kiritsugu would realize what's happening; he was never a fan of spontaneous, unplanned battles, as far as Saber was concerned. The thought of his master getting annoyed didn't stop him from charging at the other King, however, the concealed sword clutched in his hands.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

I’ve changed my mind — don’t change. You’re quite amusing like this. Actively defying me the way you are. It’s endearing.

Your assessment of me is wrong then. Perhaps your judgement is being clouded by the same overconfidence that accompanied you throughout your life. But that’s fine, I’ll just have to prove you wrong personally — easy enough to do.

You say that as if I'd ever change simply to suit your preferences and childish whims.

... ha, very well. I take it you accept my challenge, then, King of Heroes?

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

Pfff— hahahahah!

Was that a threat? I am out of your league, King of Knights, so learn your place and learn it fast. You’re a few millennia too early to be challenging the likes of me. But perhaps you could try and I’ll force you into your place myself.

It’s how you would prefer it, right? To preserve whatever is left of your so-called ‘honor’.

This sword was given to me for the sole purpose of slaying sinners. In the end, defeating you here would only be right -- and you should consider it an honor all in itself. To be killed by a holy blade; it's better than anything anyone else could offer you, King of Heroes.

I do not challenge recklessly. If I knew I didn't stand a chance against you, I wouldn't be here in the first place. I've won the previous war -- you have to be a fool to consider me 'weak.'

... tch.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

How amusing. Are you appointing yourself to be a sort of guard dog to the Grail? And what if you weren’t summoned, what would you do then? Pft — just as long as you don’t end their suffering the same way you did with your army. Ah, but what do I care.

What a foolish King. Accepting them with all their flaws? That naivety truly did become your downfall in the end, didn’t it.

If that's how you want to call it, so be it. I will do my best to make sure people, as well as my current master, are safe from that unholy artifact's corruption. Ah -- surely, you know that upon obtaining the Grail, I can also obtain true incarnation. Living in this meddlesome world might not be my idea of a time well-spent, but it's still the lesser evil. Finding a contractor in a war a few years later shouldn't be a problem; it seems like the legends of the sword of victory reach far and wide.

... one more joke, and said sword will find its way into your chest, King of Heroes.

People long for acceptance. I've given them what they wanted and deserved -- as anyone has the right to their second chance. I have not judged, and I have not foolishly sentenced them to premature death; in the end, they served me well, later events aside.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

How pitiful. Living in regret for the rest of your life — what a waste of time. You might as well just drive your beloved blade through your torso and end it all. You aren’t doing anything productive anyway. Blaming yourself day by day and taking up space and consuming matter like a parasite. Don’t waste my time with your incessant babbles.

That is only because he was the only one who ever earned the right to be my friend, unlike the rest of the insipid population. Having one true friend by my side is worth more than your knights. Tell me, King of Knights — should I even still call you that? — with the way things transpired, do you really think that all of your so-called bonds are worth more than the one I had with my friend?

Grow a little backbone and learn. Perhaps you could be more interesting yet.

You seem to have misunderstood my intentions, King of Heroes. Whereas I do regret my past, I have no choice but to look forward to the future and, possibly, make up for my sins. I have long since accepted the fact that this corrupt grail cannot help me; instead of pursuing a wish that can't be fulfilled, I will put my expendable life on the line to make sure no one else acquires it and uses it in a wrong way. No matter how many times it takes -- no matter how many times I will be brought back from my own, personal hell, I will become a shield and a sword for whoever summons me, and I will end their suffering.

I will always be a King -- it is my right and a burden. I don't care what you call me, however; your opinion on these matters is irrelevant to me. ... I don't know, as I have no right to judge your friendship -- one I don't fully understand myself. With all of that said, I treasure each one of my knights, no matter the fate they chose. Betrayal, sin, crime; I have accepted them no matter what they've done.

In a way, perhaps it was yet another mistake on my part. Quite possibly, treating them as they should've been treated could bring forth more positive effects.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

Oh, but weren’t you the one who said that a King is nothing without his followers — or some babble like that? What sort of King would you be then if your followers are all dead? Need I remind you that you were the cause of that? A King of nothing, more like. Or the king of mangled carcasses and pierced corpses. Dead dreams and broken ideals. Now that is a laughing matter.

Don’t get me wrong. What’s theirs is mine. They were alive because I allowed it. They lived in my world because these pitiful mongrels wouldn’t know what to do with themselves otherwise. Barbaric, ravenous, rabid ill-bred dogs. That’s all what they would be if I hadn’t been so generous. Dead, at the very worst. Or perhaps that could even be seen as merciful depending on the situation.

I shared my wealth with my subjects and all things considered I was generous with my gifts.

Your delusions are amusing, I’ll give you that. An understanding King, you call yourself? Can you really call yourself that if you never once listened to what they truly wanted?

Naturally. I -- ... I will live in regret for the rest of my cursed eternity. I have done them wrong, and I will repent; I am doing so every day. You needn't remind me of my sins; if anything, you're the last person to preach to me about what I've done. Mind your own corruption, King of Heroes. Your lack of regret over the deaths and misery you've caused is pitiful and disgraceful all in itself. We've all made mistakes, but it seems like I am the only one to actually acknowledge that.

Ha, what a despicable way of thinking. Harboring no respect for anyone else, no wonder you've been said to have but one friend throughout your entire life. Nevertheless, I will not question your way of leading them; it seems like it worked out for you, at least until the day that it didn't. Just like myself, there is nothing that you can possibly do now, anyway.

I... tried, but I never once heard a word of scorn. My knights, my friends, my wife -- they've always been by my side, supporting my ways and decisions. Perhaps I haven't looked too deep into these things, but can you blame me? Living in a world of praise, it seems like I've forgotten that not everyone is as honest as I expected them to be. ... seeing only good in people can lead you astray. At least I know that now.

#tigeristic #saver ;

tigeristic:

’A King that they could believe in’? ‘To bring an end to their pain’? Ha! You managed that, at least. Putting an end to their misery rather permanently if you ask me. You amuse me, truly. And in that you never fail, so rejoice in that fact, King of Knights.

Why would they rebel? I’m sure they know that under your rule they would be safe — or so they thought. As fighting against you would mean certain death for the mongrels; they’ve seen your prowess in the battlefield and chose to follow a seemingly unbreakable King. They fear for their lives just as they should. Rebellion would be a waste — after all, their King was more of a servant than a ruler.

You -- ... this is no laughing matter, Archer. If anything, the mere idea of something like this proving to be amusing to you disgusts me. I might've led my people to death, but at least I've cared about them until the very end -- and nothing brings me more pride than knowing I was a loved rather than despised King.

Means I've done something right, at least.

Ah... yes, I suppose they all truly believed in my absolute immortality, even back then. Clearly, it's more of a curse than a blessing. That's -- ! Just because I've chosen to respect my people doesn't mean I've served them! You seem to confuse the concept of an understanding King and one willing to be pushed around. Then again, I suppose any concept of a ruler who listens to his subjects is completely lost on you. All your people ever did was fear you --

And, oh, possibly also try to keep their wives and daughters away from you.

#tigeristic #saver ;

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