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[no_longer_a_king]

I see.

[Prana Shirou ran out of because she had underestimated how they'd be swarmed.

Prana Shirou ran out of because she had thought him ready to come monster hunting with her.

Prana Shirou needed to maintain the illusion, but was it really worth it if it was all a lie?

Arturia takes a step back and crosses her arms for the sake of something to do with her hands. Part of her wants to ask if he'll be continuing the charade, but she cannot bring herself to ask. She isn't sure if she wants the answer to be yes or no.]

Thank you for answering my questions. I do appreciate it.

[destructiveprinciples]

Hm, do you?

[ It's said impassively, without the casually inflammatory edge he spoken for the majority of this meeting, an eyebrow quirking up on his forehead as she retreats one step backward, away from him and crosses her arms. The sand crunched under her feet.

Avenger takes a step forward, but no closer than that; ]

Alrighty. Are you satisfied then, Saber?

[ He doesn't bother with 'you're welcome.' ]

[no_longer_a_king]

For now, yes.

[More because she has taken all she can tolerate from this exercise for the moment. Between the aura, the attitude, and the resemblance, she's half afraid she'll snap and do something she'll regret once more.]

If I have further questions, I will seek you out.

[And she turns to leave.]

[sixbillionsins]

[ He crackles softly, the noise again echoing off the rock and the sands and bouncing around the cavern, before fading quickly, muffled by the trickle of running water.

To her turned back: ]

Of course, of course.

Be seeing ya' later then.

[ The abrupt disappearance of presence that usually indicated a Servant slipping into spirit mode followed, along with a decrease in that sickly, disgusting pressure, and nothing stops her from turning to leave. ]