[Fuyuki. She remembers immediately, turning to Emiya with wide eyes in the middle of laying the salmon down on the bed of vegetables. At least she manages not to drop the last piece. As he reflects back on Saber, she lowers it onto the sheet slowly, letting the words sink in. Saber . . . was his Saber the Saber of Fuyuki, Arturia Pendragon? On one hand, there's no reason to think so. But on the other, it's already enough of a coincidence that Mash feels immediately that it must be true.
But regardless, his feelings for his own Saber are obvious in the way he says it, and Mash finds herself warm with a sort of indirect happiness at that kind of bond. What would it be like, to be Ritsuka's only Servant? But she knows that, even though she isn't, what they have is special and different, and that maybe Emiya feels the same way in his own bond.
She steps back from the now-prepared salmon, meeting his eyes.]
You care about her a lot, don't you?
[Emiya hadn't said Saber was a her, but Mash finds herself already imagining Arturia—though she doesn't realize it's the wrong version she has in mind.]
I'm glad. I can't imagine having a Master I didn't feel the same way about. And—she'd be happy to hear it too. Speaking as Senpai's Servant, I worry a lot about whether she thinks all of this is worth it . . . if a Servant can make their Master feel confident that it is, that means a lot. That's what I think.
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Date: 2019-06-10 01:11 am (UTC)But regardless, his feelings for his own Saber are obvious in the way he says it, and Mash finds herself warm with a sort of indirect happiness at that kind of bond. What would it be like, to be Ritsuka's only Servant? But she knows that, even though she isn't, what they have is special and different, and that maybe Emiya feels the same way in his own bond.
She steps back from the now-prepared salmon, meeting his eyes.]
You care about her a lot, don't you?
[Emiya hadn't said Saber was a her, but Mash finds herself already imagining Arturia—though she doesn't realize it's the wrong version she has in mind.]
I'm glad. I can't imagine having a Master I didn't feel the same way about. And—she'd be happy to hear it too. Speaking as Senpai's Servant, I worry a lot about whether she thinks all of this is worth it . . . if a Servant can make their Master feel confident that it is, that means a lot. That's what I think.