[ He's so used to her calling him by name already that it feels... impersonal to have her call him Saber, but he understands why she does it. It is a shield in its own right, meant to protect them both.
And she says it with such gentleness that he cannot help but be calmed regardless. Slowly, he lowers his blade, but his eyes do not leave the opposing Servant and Master.
It probably looks perfectly intimidating, and he only manages to pull it off because he's not focused on looking cool. His mind is on the pain blooming in his chest, the warm trickle of blood soaking the cloth concealed by his armor. For now, there's no visible sign he's inured at all, but he is struggling to hold it together until the other pair departs. ]
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And she says it with such gentleness that he cannot help but be calmed regardless. Slowly, he lowers his blade, but his eyes do not leave the opposing Servant and Master.
It probably looks perfectly intimidating, and he only manages to pull it off because he's not focused on looking cool. His mind is on the pain blooming in his chest, the warm trickle of blood soaking the cloth concealed by his armor. For now, there's no visible sign he's inured at all, but he is struggling to hold it together until the other pair departs. ]