Pyra… [ He gets the gist behind her words; she still feels guilty about his poisoning, though it hadn’t been anything they could have helped.
In fact, if she hadn’t entered the onsen at all… ]
I know you won’t. [ He wonders if he should try to get her to talk about it—to assuage her concerns on the subject, maybe. But he knows in his heart that it’s futile—and that furthermore doing so might hurt her. His heartache at having lost his visions of Iseult still feels bloody and raw. He can imagine that she must feel the same way.
With a sigh, he cuts away at the thorns protecting the gate, which immediately creaks open to a slight breeze once it’s sufficiently freed of its bonds. The effect would have been creepy, if they hadn’t endured similar encounters—similar castles—already. Regardless, he steps inside, into some musty, closed off back area that might have been the scullery; he isn’t sure. Inside, the place is unlit, and his Servant’s senses have long since been dulled to human levels by the poison. ]
no subject
In fact, if she hadn’t entered the onsen at all… ]
I know you won’t. [ He wonders if he should try to get her to talk about it—to assuage her concerns on the subject, maybe. But he knows in his heart that it’s futile—and that furthermore doing so might hurt her. His heartache at having lost his visions of Iseult still feels bloody and raw. He can imagine that she must feel the same way.
With a sigh, he cuts away at the thorns protecting the gate, which immediately creaks open to a slight breeze once it’s sufficiently freed of its bonds. The effect would have been creepy, if they hadn’t endured similar encounters—similar castles—already. Regardless, he steps inside, into some musty, closed off back area that might have been the scullery; he isn’t sure. Inside, the place is unlit, and his Servant’s senses have long since been dulled to human levels by the poison. ]