[ A city in torment needs its guard more than ever. Saber doesn't have the luxury of staying in her apartment, nor would she allow herself to: she bloodied her hands enough on the first day smashing every reflective surface she saw. It only led to broken fragments lining the ground, an even more distorted vision face to face with her. Somehow, that seemed even worse.
Now, she ignores the corrupted figure leering out at her, the destruction of her kingdom replayed time and time again — or tries to, anyway. It's still there in the windows, out of the corner of her eye, but her attention is elsewhere. Right now, it's on Michael, when he very nearly bumps into her. ]
Halt.
[ Normally, he'd have never even gotten that close, but her instincts are frayed. She sounds tired — Servants don't need to sleep, but a lack of rest still takes a toll. But if there's one thing these visions have reaffirmed for her, it's that she can't stop, can't become complacent. She'll keep going until she drops. ]
State your business. You act like a man hiding something.
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Now, she ignores the corrupted figure leering out at her, the destruction of her kingdom replayed time and time again — or tries to, anyway. It's still there in the windows, out of the corner of her eye, but her attention is elsewhere. Right now, it's on Michael, when he very nearly bumps into her. ]
Halt.
[ Normally, he'd have never even gotten that close, but her instincts are frayed. She sounds tired — Servants don't need to sleep, but a lack of rest still takes a toll. But if there's one thing these visions have reaffirmed for her, it's that she can't stop, can't become complacent. She'll keep going until she drops. ]
State your business. You act like a man hiding something.
[ How little she knows. ]