@kingofherpeople
— Take a deep breath. Steady the aim. Fire. Make the kill as clean as possible, do not allow the target to suffer. Add a notch for every slaughter. That was how Amari had always operated, having a strict system to follow flawlessly before moving to her next mission. That is, until the loss of her cybernetic eye.
She remembered the moment as if no time had passed; the way she hesitated, the shooting pain that raced through her head as she desperately reached for where her eye had been. Even the thought now still sent a shiver down her spine and forced her teeth to clench. That was in the past, though she still clung onto her need for vengeance as it if was her last strip of sanity left.
As a sniper, she was now useless, though that did not stop her from attempting. This moment being no different.
The woman took a deep breath, moving the scope towards her right eye… only to hit the eye patch that now covered her shame. It was a movement of habit; her muscles reflexively going into the position she had maintained countless times. Gloved digits tightened around the weapon as she moved the scope in position against her left eye.
Deep breath. Steady the aim. Miss.
Miss.
Miss.
A curse in her native tongue exploded from her lips as she hastily rose to a standing position, tossing her weapon to the ground. In a way, she was lucky this was simply practice or she could have wound up having both her servant and herself eliminated from the war. Still, she could not bother to focus on that positive. Another curse slipped from her lips as her fingers curled to fists at her side.
“It’s no use.”
Saber watched on in silence as her master practiced at the firing range, the look marring the blonde’s features almost the same as any other time they’d come here. She wasn’t disinterested by any means; if anything she looked more lost in thought with each shot that was fired.
This woman... for some reason, this encounter reminded her far too much of a war from another time; of another master who too had quite the resolve when it came down to what he’d wish for once the Grail had been obtained. That, and his skill behind the weapons he chose to wield, much like Ana herself, even if she was at a clear disadvantage. That may have been where the similarities ended, but the nostalgia from the situation remained all the same.
“Master,” she called out once the woman had disposed of her weapon, the saber stepping forward to pick up the gun. She ran her fingers gently over the butt, the little nicks in the weapon itself showing the wear it had received over such a period of time. Though to Saber, that actually showed the importance of the weapon, and how much both it and its wielder had been through together. It almost made her smile, though she knew now wasn’t the time; her master was in no place to see such a thing as what it would be.
In truth, Saber could definitely understand where the other woman was coming from, considering she herself fought in this war to attain something she had lost, something she believed she needed to fix. Sure, the objects themselves were of different value, but that didn’t mean the determination or drive behind them were any different.
Saber held the weapon out to her master, not entirely sure if she’d take it back, but offering it nonetheless.
“This is your weapon, master, and it is a part of you. Even if you cannot use it the same as you once did, maybe that just means you need to change your perspective. Try it from a different vantage point, maybe?”
