#devotedspirit

@devotedspirit

She sighed?

✕     “Do you... mean to save those... who are not worth saving...?” she asked softly, her voice hesitant and her expression vaguely fearful and almost broken. It was the first thing she had ever said to the blonde, and her delicate voice seemed to appear into the otherwise silence with no prompting. Typically, the doleful Valkyrie remained silent when in the company of others, but she felt a curiosity, a need, to ask.

A strange sort of hero, the young-looking woman in front of her. Brynhildr could not see particular heroic deeds in her heart, but she was a worthy figure in history --- the daughter of a hero, a daughter who had suffered.

Her wish is for him to be happy. :3

( marie gunna make someone create a song for this event for many moons to come x3 )

“Not really.”

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He held her close, an attempt to comfort the servant.  He knew she’d likely be uncomfortable in such a dark cold place, but he didn’t want her to be afraid, especially not of him.  He had a habit of being terrible to women, but in his mind they usually deserved it.  She seemed so kind, he wanted to protect her from Zouken if possible.

“If you can keep a secret.. Secrets, then sure, I don’t mind!” He responded as he sit down next to the other servant, ready to “confess” his mistakes. “Where should I start? For starters, yesterday I accidentally pulled the chandelier down from the ceiling.” Clearly he had mistaken how much weight it could hold, not much since Astolfo himself was light. “Last week I blowed up the kitchen while trying to make a cake for berserker. Day before that I broke my bed, and day after I spilled tea to caster’s book... Are you still following?”