His shadow buddy. It’s not that Berserker’s subtle, but he also wasn’t visible, someone shouldn’t have noticed him. “You…?” Kariya scans over Dinadan, startled and suspicious, before seeing absolutely nothing in his face to be suspicious over. Just because he can feel Berserker… well, it’s not like Berserker is particularly subtle. “Yeah. Him.” Kariya looks back down.
It’s fine, Berserker isn’t the sort to hurt someone directly if they aren’t in a fight. “Dinadan. You’re named after a knight, huh.” But he’s not a Servant, that much is evident. He nudges Berserker mentally, and gets the equivalent of a shrug in response and some curiosity. Well, ‘looks familiar?’ doesn’t clarify anything, and Dinadan was definitely a dead knight, not an immortal one. Maybe Berserker will have input once he’s got energy to think again.
“An ambulance couldn’t help me,” Kariya says, bitter. Or, it might be able to help him, but the idea of revealing the crest worms swarming him to some non-mage medic would definitely get him killed. (Years of training remains indelible, the drilling ever since childhood that if he lets anyone know what happens inside the Matou mansion, something horrible will happen and he’ll almost certainly die hated.)
He sighs, leans forward. Shit he hurts. Fire will do that to a guy, apparently. Fucking Tokiomi… alright, never mind that. “Name’s Kariya. Don’t worry, I’ll leave. Once I can stand, just… shouldn’t be long. I’m durable.” Worst comes to worst, he can make Berserker carry him back to the mansion if this place isn’t near a leyline.
he patiently waits for the other’s assessment, seeing the startled expression when he mentioned the stranger’s friend. “don’t worry about me sensing him. I’ve always been able to see or feel beings like that. they seem to like my music.” at some point when one is constantly visited by shades and little lights darting around the room, one grows quite accustomed to it. he had at least somewhat learned to trust his feelings with which one were dangerous and which weren’t.
though when trying to figure out the shadow that is currently present... they seem to have much more complex emotions than the others he had encountered.
“heh. you actually know that knight? not many do, my parents completely failed in picking one of the cool knights! instead they went with the idiot who got stabbed over a joke.” he feels one of the dogs gently poking him with their snout and he grins “it’s why I named the pack here after the other ones. gawain is the labrador you already met. there’s a one legged poodle, that’s bedivere - if you see a cat, that’s mordred - the german shepherd is kay and this fellow here” he lifts a black sptiz up “that’s sir lancelot. I think the sir is important, he won’t come otherwise.”
dinadan nods when kariya says that an ambulance won’t be able to help. there’s nothing more to it then, right? even if dinadan is sure an actual doctor would be better equipped to handle this. still, he won’t press the matter. “alright, I’ll respect that”
“but I won’t accept you leaving just because you can stand, if you try to, I’ll have the whole pack lay on top of you. you can rest here until you are properly back on your feet. I told you already, I can sense those that are similar to your friend, no need to hide that.”
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