[ So his journeys into the forest had been a failure after all, even if he had succeeded in at least assisting in finding the pages for the rest of the townsfolk. No doubt Saber had also acquired her page by now, and a part of him wonders what she had to sacrifice in the getting of it.
He wonders why he hadn’t done it sooner, on the off chance that she might forget this terrible memory he must now impart to her, as he stands upon her doorstep, once again risking Mordred’s ire by bypassing those wards. He’d yet to realize that Saber had been drifting here and there because of her roommate’s recent marriage, and so he comes upon her doorstep with all the grave tenacity and innocence of purpose of an invading army.
He still can’t help bowing at the sight of her—but there aren’t any witnesses around here anymore, right? ]
Endgame...
He wonders why he hadn’t done it sooner, on the off chance that she might forget this terrible memory he must now impart to her, as he stands upon her doorstep, once again risking Mordred’s ire by bypassing those wards. He’d yet to realize that Saber had been drifting here and there because of her roommate’s recent marriage, and so he comes upon her doorstep with all the grave tenacity and innocence of purpose of an invading army.
He still can’t help bowing at the sight of her—but there aren’t any witnesses around here anymore, right? ]
My liege.