@sanctummilitis
“King of Knights, you seem confused. Are you quite alright?”
It was obvious, he supposed, the reason King Arthur - no, Arturia - was looking at him like that, like he had grown an extra limb. From the multiple Servants he had encountered within the city’s limits, Gilgamesh had come to easily comprehend which one’s hailed from Chaldea, from his previous residence, and which were pulled from a seperate War altogether with no memory of working for the sake of humanity’s future alongside their Masters. From the King’s reaction at the simple sight of the younger King of Heroes, she likely was grouped in the latter. She had never gotten along with his older self, so he could at least understand her feelings.
“Erm, staring like that will make me self-conscious Saber. Is it really so strange to see me like this?” Frowning, arms folded, Gil realized he had asked a stupid question. “No, scratch that. He really is a pain to deal with so I suppose it would be. That other Archer and I are pretty different.”