《I shall grieve, and I shall weep, but I shall never regret.》
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《To win, but not destroy; to conquer, but not humiliate: That is what true conquest is!》
☆Cu Chulainn of Ulster
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@VERBUMSAPIENS Such a precious little master he has.
...He places her book on the bedside table, tucks her in gently, then places a gentle kiss on her forehead.
And with that, he pulls up a chair so he can act as lookout...
...Only for him to grow quite sleepy as well...
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Tell me.
What in this new age would be best to conquer first?
Something physical? A place?
Perhaps something in outer space? Mars or the Moon?
...Or digital space? Is that not the new frontier?
And yet... The ocean still calls my name.
"Hahah, you humor me too much, you know. This body was made to wage war, though... Hugs are certainly a secondary usage that I do not mind in the slightest."
A beaming smile is upon his face... As her little face looking upon him was too precious a sight not to partake of.
"Do you have any pre-slumber activities which you need assistance with, master? I am familiar with such rituals and would be happy to help if such is the case."
That is to say, he's in an awfully helpful mood. Perhaps he could tell her a story.
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Well, she appreciates it. Even if the advice can go in one ear and out the other. She’ll get the message eventually.
Leiah begins to lead the servant to her quarters, a soft hum leaving her lips.
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He wouldn't do so without a word, of course. He is more of a man who gives advice in hopes that it would be heard, not one who forces himself to be heard.
...That little hand in his is nice. It shouldn't be too far of a walk to her quarters. He'll make sure she actually sleeps.
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She knows far too well there are many servants who would sweep her off to bed without another word from her.
Fortunately for him, she’s still awake enough to walk herself to bed. But, she will take his hand.
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"You certainly guessed right. This body was made for hugs!"
... And warfare, but anyhow, hug incoming. He's not giving her a crushing embracing, but it certainly is a tight one. Not to mention, he has to lift her up a bit since he's so tall.
Perhaps he will have to take matters into his own hands and sweep her off her feet. Better to sleep earlier than fall asleep in an uncomfortable position.
...Unless she simply wishes to take his hand. He'll make sure to tuck her in and pat her head.
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Another yawn comes from the Master. Perhaps, she’s more tired than she let on.
She stopped questioning it a long time ago. Leiah has seen many crazy things in her adventures.
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And he is certain that she will do a great job. She certainly has his support, and who could go wrong with the support of the King of Conquerors himself?
In any case... Pondering such details was probably pointless, since the Grail told him all he needed to know anyhow.
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Having no regrets must be a great way to have lived and died. That is something she is working towards herself.
Perhaps. The Magic associated with Chaldeas and it’s facilities work in strange ways.
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Her selflessness is perhaps her greatest quality. She needn't apologize for it.
...As for what he may have accomplished... Who knew, really? He had no regrets, though, so why wonder.
...Though he does wonder how they are communicating like this. The seals, perhaps?
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Modern advancements, she has learned, would have often helped those Heroes from the past. She wonders herself if the world would be the same if they had some of the things they do now.
That’s not the first time she’s hearing that. She’s far too used to putting others
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