He sharpened his blade, removing any traces of rust that the vortex had brought upon it. Just a simple whet stone and his polishing kit next to him, but it was enough. Simple times, when he never questioned his orders. He had begun to get used to his madness. Pleasurable activities helped him escape her view for just a few moments, and though masturbation was the easiest, Lancelot would not forgo simply enjoying his old hobbies either.
He had lost track of time, as he always did retuning his blade. He had no technology that Mirdyn and perfected anymore, so he had returned to his roots instead. It was calming. A return to the Samurai within serving his master without a trace of worry. It was illogical to believe such odd things but regardless it seemed to work. For the moment, that was enough. Sitting there, covered in a little bit of grime and sweat, he felt a strange bubbling sensation in his chest.
Lancelot finished up the final parts of sharpening his blade when he started to quietly clean up his surroundings. Standing up, Lancelot held his katana in hand and sighed softly, before holding the katana with both hands and falling into his ever familiar stance. His battle tactics were strange, but good enough for him. His existence was for logical reasons, but his battle tactics were anything but. It pleased him. "I would ask if you were to continue watching me to at least speak to me once. It is rude to simply stare." He knew where they stood, silently away from him. He could hear their breathing. Meetin Lureis had been a wonderful reprieve for him. He still did not understand why she was so upset with him, but human emotions were not his forte. However, their encounter had proven something to him. He supposed he could try to do what Mirdyn had told him so long ago, but pushed away in favor of completing objectives. It felt... nice, to be able to do this.
To try and say 'hello'.
