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DrowsyPangolin
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Sylvia lightly shook her head, still smiling as Gawain asserted the differences in their duties. He was correct, of course. The role of a knight was to serve his lord or lady, but even as a Master, Sylvia was a bit baffled by the prospect of someone 'serving' her. After all, she had spent her entire life serving others, so the idea of having the tables turned was a new and strange one. In her own mind, she viewed the relationship between herself and her Servant as more of a partnership. Naive as it might be, she saw the knight as a person first and a Servant second. However, she feared voicing her thought process on the subject might seem an offense to the gallant figure's honor, and thus decided not to argue with his sentiment. "Very well then. I will give all I have to show you such a bright future." That was her plan after all: to bring about a miracle that would benefit all of humanity, to save those who couldn't be saved. If she couldn't consider herself to be anything special, she could certainly view her ideals to be, and those ideals were the very reason she could not reject the opportunity that fate had ordained for her.
As the knight revealed his true name and identity, the young woman's eyes widened. The idea had been present in her mind from the moment she summoned the knight, but to actually hear the name spoken aloud made it a reality. Gawain. That name carried with it a hefty weight. The reality of that legendary knight, that pillar of chivalry, standing before her now made her heart leap in her chest. There could have been no better result. The man before her now stood as a total fulfillment of her hopes. It was honestly a bit shocking how closely he seemed to fit his legend. History was full of embellishment and distortion, legends even more so, so for Gawain to fit her mental image of the 'knight in shining armor' so closely was a welcome surprise.
Just as Gawain suggested they set out, however, he took notice of her confusion at the strange mark on her hand. The magus shook her head, showing the back of her hand to the knight. "It seems, for whatever reason, the Grail has seen fit to give me another Command Seal." She pointed at the odd black circle in the center of her hand. "It's strange though. This one is... different, and in more than just appearance." She looked at the knight quizzically for a moment, as if questioning whether he knew something that she did not. "I can't explain it, but something feels... off?" It was somewhat concerning, to be sure, but this whole 'Grail War' business in general was strange. Perhaps such irregularities were common.
A look of determination filled Sylvia's eyes. "Perhaps we can unravel this mystery later. At the moment, though, you are correct. We should probably head into Sasebo." She made her way out of the small wooded area and set off on the street back towards the town. "Regardless, I don't suspect these Command Seals will be seeing much use. Were you someone less upstanding, I would be far more concerned." She walked along the street, gripping the strap on her medicine bag. "Though... there is something I must make clear." She nodded. Gawain was a noble knight, and she felt the two of them would have little trouble, but she still felt the need to voice her own reservations regarding the Grail War for the sake of openness and honesty. "I am a healer by nature. A physician of sorts." She patted the medicine bag. "I have dedicated my life to soothing the pain of others, so spilling blood is something I can not abide for myself. I am not a fighter, and I never will be." She described herself as if it were a matter of fact, an unshakable truth. "I realize the irony of such a person taking part in this 'War'... but don't misunderstand. I really do intend to win. No, more than that. I have to win." Her eyes stayed on the dimly lit road before her. "But I do not want to cause any unnecessary suffering in the process. I understand that Servants must fight, and that the other Masters will probably be willing to use any means necessary to secure their victory. That being the case, I will use every tool at my disposal to aid you. I will heal your wounds. So long as I live I will not let you fall... but I cannot fight, and I cannot abide an ally without mercy." She looked up at the night sky for only a moment. "I do not think you are such a person, but I feel I should be completely honest with you, so that we do not have any misunderstandings. The world is already in too much pain to burden it with unnecessary suffering." With that, she fell silent, awaiting her Servant's input on the matter as they made the trek back toward Sasebo. Sylvia's scarf flapped in the breeze. There was a bit of a chill in the wind that the magus hadn't noticed before.
As the knight revealed his true name and identity, the young woman's eyes widened. The idea had been present in her mind from the moment she summoned the knight, but to actually hear the name spoken aloud made it a reality. Gawain. That name carried with it a hefty weight. The reality of that legendary knight, that pillar of chivalry, standing before her now made her heart leap in her chest. There could have been no better result. The man before her now stood as a total fulfillment of her hopes. It was honestly a bit shocking how closely he seemed to fit his legend. History was full of embellishment and distortion, legends even more so, so for Gawain to fit her mental image of the 'knight in shining armor' so closely was a welcome surprise.
Just as Gawain suggested they set out, however, he took notice of her confusion at the strange mark on her hand. The magus shook her head, showing the back of her hand to the knight. "It seems, for whatever reason, the Grail has seen fit to give me another Command Seal." She pointed at the odd black circle in the center of her hand. "It's strange though. This one is... different, and in more than just appearance." She looked at the knight quizzically for a moment, as if questioning whether he knew something that she did not. "I can't explain it, but something feels... off?" It was somewhat concerning, to be sure, but this whole 'Grail War' business in general was strange. Perhaps such irregularities were common.
A look of determination filled Sylvia's eyes. "Perhaps we can unravel this mystery later. At the moment, though, you are correct. We should probably head into Sasebo." She made her way out of the small wooded area and set off on the street back towards the town. "Regardless, I don't suspect these Command Seals will be seeing much use. Were you someone less upstanding, I would be far more concerned." She walked along the street, gripping the strap on her medicine bag. "Though... there is something I must make clear." She nodded. Gawain was a noble knight, and she felt the two of them would have little trouble, but she still felt the need to voice her own reservations regarding the Grail War for the sake of openness and honesty. "I am a healer by nature. A physician of sorts." She patted the medicine bag. "I have dedicated my life to soothing the pain of others, so spilling blood is something I can not abide for myself. I am not a fighter, and I never will be." She described herself as if it were a matter of fact, an unshakable truth. "I realize the irony of such a person taking part in this 'War'... but don't misunderstand. I really do intend to win. No, more than that. I have to win." Her eyes stayed on the dimly lit road before her. "But I do not want to cause any unnecessary suffering in the process. I understand that Servants must fight, and that the other Masters will probably be willing to use any means necessary to secure their victory. That being the case, I will use every tool at my disposal to aid you. I will heal your wounds. So long as I live I will not let you fall... but I cannot fight, and I cannot abide an ally without mercy." She looked up at the night sky for only a moment. "I do not think you are such a person, but I feel I should be completely honest with you, so that we do not have any misunderstandings. The world is already in too much pain to burden it with unnecessary suffering." With that, she fell silent, awaiting her Servant's input on the matter as they made the trek back toward Sasebo. Sylvia's scarf flapped in the breeze. There was a bit of a chill in the wind that the magus hadn't noticed before.
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