The pain is gone as he stares up at his Servant, from the ground - into the very night sky, which seems as if it will never again hold stars within it.
The writhing of the two defeated people draws his attention - his heart clenching as he stares at it, feeling like he wants to scream at his Servant to Stop.
It's not like he hasn't seen the defeated, or the death before - but it was done then, not this drawn out suffering. The Suffering - is the hardest part to watch, and he gulps with a dry mouth before forcing his gaze away from them.]
....I see. Then - what....what class are you, really?
['What class is capable of calling a Servant like this?']
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The pain is gone as he stares up at his Servant, from the ground - into the very night sky, which seems as if it will never again hold stars within it.
The writhing of the two defeated people draws his attention - his heart clenching as he stares at it, feeling like he wants to scream at his Servant to Stop.
It's not like he hasn't seen the defeated, or the death before - but it was done then, not this drawn out suffering. The Suffering - is the hardest part to watch, and he gulps with a dry mouth before forcing his gaze away from them.]
....I see. Then - what....what class are you, really?
['What class is capable of calling a Servant like this?']