[She looks up at him, fully aware of what he is. A Servant. A being of an entirely different caliber, defined by his heroism of a different age. And here she was, someone who couldn't be called a proper magus or anybody at all.
The weight of the responsibility seems to get heavier by the second.
Still, his actions and declaration actually bring something of a smile to her face and she nods in recognition.]
Who knows what the future holds? But if it's no trouble, I'll depend on you and you can depend on me.
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The weight of the responsibility seems to get heavier by the second.
Still, his actions and declaration actually bring something of a smile to her face and she nods in recognition.]
Who knows what the future holds? But if it's no trouble, I'll depend on you and you can depend on me.
[A beat...]