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"Saber-" She doesn't know what else to say than the Servant's class.
Relieved, yet shaken. Shaken, yet relieved. It clashes in waves, it clashes without cease.
Not to mention that coppery reek of life blood; with its haunting nostalgia. Why ..?
"I- He-" She's at a loss.
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She wants to feel relief, she should feel relief, but it's still too fresh, too visceral.
The moment. What happened.
How it happened.
She is all right. She's still alive. But that guy isn't, and it happened right in front of her.
Just. Like. That. ->
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โAYAKA!โ @FAKEMASTXR
He screamed after hearing the shot and smelling that coppery tang of blood in the hair. Dashing swiftly, pushing Loxley to his limit.
Upon reaching her, his visage relaxed.
โBy the grace of blessings, you are alright.โ
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โYeah . . . I suppose we are. Itโs hard to imagine myself teamed up with anyone else.โ
At least, to this extent. Cooperating with another Heroic Spirit was /one/ thing.
But Richard? Richard was the idealโ-her ideal.
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