[if any war appeared to be breathing down his neck, it was the result of his own actions. gilgamesh is a cruel man who had done nothing to contrast with the terrible image rin and others had held of him. if they would seek to defend themselves, then, it was not without merit.
she knows that, and she doesn't trust that pearl is responsible for all of this—this change of heart or halfway change or whatever it is—but she listens to him nonetheless. and some logical considerations surpass her emotions... some matters are inconsequential or she's daring enough to stay confident she can kill gilgamesh if he ever turns on her—
three servants are more powerful than a single one
some appeals to emotions surpass her logic, as always.
"I want... freedom. Would you not provide?"
he doesn't just stab, he stabs at the core of her, and she bleeds.
silently, rin places her hand over his upraised, curled fist—the hand that pleaded to accept hers in a gesture of peace, earlier—following it with the distant, ethereal but profoundly freeing shattering of magical glass in gilgamesh's mind: she has broken her own geas.]
no subject
she knows that, and she doesn't trust that pearl is responsible for all of this—this change of heart or halfway change or whatever it is—but she listens to him nonetheless. and some logical considerations surpass her emotions... some matters are inconsequential or she's daring enough to stay confident she can kill gilgamesh if he ever turns on her—
three servants are more powerful than a single one
some appeals to emotions surpass her logic, as always.
"I want... freedom. Would you not provide?"
he doesn't just stab, he stabs at the core of her, and she bleeds.
silently, rin places her hand over his upraised, curled fist—the hand that pleaded to accept hers in a gesture of peace, earlier—following it with the distant, ethereal but profoundly freeing shattering of magical glass in gilgamesh's mind: she has broken her own geas.]