Hero of Patience
Northern Latin District, Meeting Place in the Streets
Under the light of a streetlamp, on the ground instead of a roof this time, stood the paladin. He wore his armour, as his modern clothes would fall uselessly to the ground if it became necessary to spiritualize. He crossed his arms as he glanced occasionally towards either end of the street.
"...Maybe Sir Ywain and Sir Noon met their ends here last night."
Saber's tone held no fear, nor humour, nor sadness. If the knights he had agreed to fight with had been killed, then that was that. They were knights, after all, and they had agreed to do battle against Archer. Still, even if the idea of them dying in battle brought him no tears, the idea of them surviving brought him hope and happiness. He cared for them, but did not hate the lack of them. A one-sided coin.
"Let's not linger too long. If neither the knights nor the ladies show themselves soon, we have better ways to spend our time."
He spoke aloud. His Master had accompanied him this night, although she had hidden herself for the time being. A fair decision, he supposed, since it wasn't like they were waiting in ambush. He was the one with the presence that would draw the attention of others in the district. Speaking of which, the radiance of another Servant touched his senses. Leaning a bit to gaze southward between a set of buildings, he could vaguely make out a man standing on the Pantheon, far in the distance. Was it Sir Tristan? If so, the Archer could probably see him much better than vice versa. Saber raised his hands, no weapon in either, to show that he wasn't there to fight. He then flashed Tristan a thumbs-up that seemed to say good luck out there tonight.
I've gone and made too many friends. He thought idly to himself. Some of them will probably have to die.
@King Cosmos@KoL