[It's a good story, told from one he'd never expect it from based on strength and stature. A young woman, shirking from the cold just now, taking on such a godlike beast back then, and with...
Saber.
The fire flares up, unexpectedly, and Gilgamesh must look away for a moment. She hit a weak spot. Unwittingly, perhaps, but undoubtedly. In another world, he would've killed her in an impulsive rage just for the mention; in this one, he glares at the wall and tries to gather his composure again before speaking.
Eventually, curiosity wins out. He cannot help himself. Gilgamesh asks what he should not.]
no subject
Saber.
The fire flares up, unexpectedly, and Gilgamesh must look away for a moment. She hit a weak spot. Unwittingly, perhaps, but undoubtedly. In another world, he would've killed her in an impulsive rage just for the mention; in this one, he glares at the wall and tries to gather his composure again before speaking.
Eventually, curiosity wins out. He cannot help himself. Gilgamesh asks what he should not.]
What do you think of that woman? Of Saber.