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       What a stupid question; it should have been obvious! Waver was looking at his ungrateful Servant, one that acted more like a pompous feline than the obedient pet he wanted. When he had summoned Gilgamesh, he had expected a powerful weapon to lead him straight to a victorious finish, but reality was far different, both disappointing and far terrifying than he had imagined. Holding his tongue, he prevented himself from speaking his thoughts, knowing it would be futile to disagree. It wasn’t because he had already experienced Gilgamesh’s arrogance and refusal to do what was asked of him, but Waver was afraid of him. Even as his Servant laid on his bed, sprawled out comfortably with a glass of wine in hand, he couldn’t ignore how fearful he was.

       Still, as much as that made him a pathetic Master amongst other reasons, Waver wasn’t bound to give up his bed without some fight. “But…” he stuttered, a frown tugging at his lips, “This is my bed.” And his own bedroom if he wanted to be specific. It was Waver’s work that had brought them to the Mackenzie household. It was his talent and cunning that hypnotized the elderly couple, convincing them that he was their grandson. None of it had to do with Gilgamesh. Grasping at a small corned of the blanket beneath his Servant’s feet, he gave a small tug before pulling again repeatedly.

          “ Gilgamesh-sama. ”

          An attempt to make contact with the man of that name, as a cup of boiling tea was placed soundlessly before him. Such words were familiar to Tomoe, but she was not addressing the king she had served in a past summoning. Instead, she now sat before a man ever so similar to the Wise King of Uruk, yet so vastly different. She had made a fool of herself upon their initial meeting, mistaking him for her former liege. He, Gilgamesh ( of the Archer class ), had scolded her; anger brought forth by his pride in himself as an individual. It was a single gesture that had earned him her admiration. 

          It was strange, but his charisma, or perhaps something else, called to her. And she found herself attempting a conversation with him once more.

          “ May I ask what it’s like to be a demigod? ”

          There’s little warning, Tomoe had always been very straightforward. She had read a little of his story, an epic that continued to inspire mankind, and had witnessed his strength in battle. So when she found out that he had both divine and human blood flowing within ( from a certain Caster ), she couldn’t help but wonder.  

“I don’t know. Being labeled as ‘Evil’ is actually quite fitting for me. But since you went so graciously out of your way to ask me. Why not?”

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❀ “Then I must say, we are very unlike each other. To pass someone in need of help by as that... It is despicable.” The Saber was already slightly angered to hear him say such a thing, her hands forming fists at her sides. For her, someone who would always do what was asked of her from others, it was simply unimaginable.

[ the fight one doesn’t sound like a fight just sayin— �� //slapped ]

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Usually Teanna was the somewhat passive one. She knew she was but an ant under his foot if he wanted to kill her. But there was only one thing she cared about, one person. Her eyes darkening with hostility at his words.