The voice was the first thing that reached Saber, slow as she was in arising; she'd become somewhat used to the daily routine in Mayfield, but... that voice was enough to send all that she thought she'd known, all her mental buffers, every bit of preparation, of emotional fortitude and rationalization, into the depthless abyss.
It was enough to set her heart aflutter.
She tore open the door to the master bedroom, and gazed down the hall at the recently-emerged figure; despite how raucous her reaction to that point might have been, she didn't dare make a sound of her own, though. Not a word, not a breath passed her lips. It went without saying that her recognition was more or less instantaneous, but... belief? That took quite a bit longer.
She couldn't be here. She couldn't. Saber couldn't let herself believe it, not for a moment; not that she was a pessimist by nature, but... one didn't simply expose their heart to flagellation at the drop of a hat, right? It was the same here.
Still... it was too close. The resemblance was too perfect.
[action] i apologize if this is gibberish there has been a d&d drinking game going on ;u;
The voice was the first thing that reached Saber, slow as she was in arising; she'd become somewhat used to the daily routine in Mayfield, but... that voice was enough to send all that she thought she'd known, all her mental buffers, every bit of preparation, of emotional fortitude and rationalization, into the depthless abyss.
It was enough to set her heart aflutter.
She tore open the door to the master bedroom, and gazed down the hall at the recently-emerged figure; despite how raucous her reaction to that point might have been, she didn't dare make a sound of her own, though. Not a word, not a breath passed her lips. It went without saying that her recognition was more or less instantaneous, but... belief? That took quite a bit longer.
She couldn't be here. She couldn't. Saber couldn't let herself believe it, not for a moment; not that she was a pessimist by nature, but... one didn't simply expose their heart to flagellation at the drop of a hat, right? It was the same here.
Still... it was too close. The resemblance was too perfect.
She has to know.
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...Praetor...?