[...It's weird to be comforted by another servant--another hero--about one of his most unhero-like traits. He's not quite sure how to feel, and that confusion manifests itself as a small crackle of static along his fingertips as he raises a hand to cover half of his face, looking at the other.
He feels a small spike of pride when the other speaks his title--a selfsame feeling of relief when he's recognised properly. ...It also saves him a lot of explaining. He's so tired of explaining himself. Thank you, Arthur.]
...Aah?
Arthur?
[Wait, ARTHUR Pendragon?
...He blinks. His eyes taking on an oddly wide, confused look.]
...Are you perhaps... brother to Artoria Pendragon?
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He's not quite sure how to feel, and that confusion manifests itself as a small crackle of static along his fingertips as he raises a hand to cover half of his face, looking at the other.
He feels a small spike of pride when the other speaks his title--a selfsame feeling of relief when he's recognised properly. ...It also saves him a lot of explaining. He's so tired of explaining himself. Thank you, Arthur.]
...Aah?
Arthur?
[Wait, ARTHUR Pendragon?
...He blinks. His eyes taking on an oddly wide, confused look.]
...Are you perhaps... brother to Artoria Pendragon?