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There was time to spare after arriving. The worry of elaborating to allow him a clearer picture of what he was walking into permeated throughout the journey and wait. The terms had been set without her consent. Numerous times her fingers added further detail which was never delivered in bout of trepidation. His gentle heart, would it ache more from awareness or ignorance? Without understanding why, she had taken to soaking in the sights around her more thoroughly, as if dreaded that it be her final opportunity. This was no Time Temple, yet the stakes felt easily escalated in its shadow.
Her knees quivered with automatic anxiety; each Singularity brought with them fear which drove her on as much terrify her â the present seem no different. Might she had grown past this in his Chaldean todays? Hurried footfalls rotated her frame to greet him, guilty smile on her face. âSorry to call you out here so suddenly, on today of all daysâ. The smile faded, yet unrest not so easily masked by enforced sternness did not yet. âIâm worried this wonât sit and waitâ.
âYou donât have to apologize at all, Mashu.â Be it New Yearâs, Easter, Halloween, or even Summer vacation - no matter what happens, he, and his sister too, would hardly think twice before coming to their Servant, and kouhaiâs, aid. Further explanation isnât even necessary, either. No matter what it is, if something troubles her, then it troubles Gudao as well. It has always been like that, and it will continue to be such.Â
But of course, even then, Gudao is still human. Thereâs something nostalgic in Mashuâs attire, one he has gotten used to seeing her wearing for the front lines for a year, but one he hasnât seen in two. In his memories, she looks completely different. Here, itâs almost like theyâre back to those old, easy days.
To match her, he has come with the old Chaldean uniform, too. The pure white makes the Master feel like heâs inexperienced and utterly naive again. âIt has been a long time since weâve fought together, hasnât it?â And through it all - he smiles. Small, and weak, but thereâs some light in it. Some genuine happiness, and weird excitement. It feels right, even if his memories tell him it hasnât been all that long ago. âHopefully Iâll be able to support you appropriately..- no. I will most certainly not let you down, Mashu.â









