[ charming, Saber, but Gilgamesh decides that if they are to be more serious, it would be best to switch to video. when he does so, she will see him reclining on the couch, the scratches she has given him still firmly in place. his complexion is fortunate enough that the red does not look like too much of a discoloration; he wears a simple golden-link necklace, one of the few reminders of wealth here, as he has been forced to begin redoing his life. it is also one which he refuses to sell or part with. the evidence of their encounter blends somewhat with his red tattoos, which she can also see again now.

... not that there is anything left to her imagination now, needless to say. or whatever imagination she would have, if she had an imagination. but well. after everything, he at least hopes dreams shall continue to visit her. that would be highly entertaining. ]

Ah. [ he tilts his head and smiles. ] As denials go, that is so weak that it does not qualify, Saber. One might even say you evaded my question.

[ GOT YOU.

but he shrugs. what is he to do? what does she want? some absolution -- from him of all people? ]

What is done is done. The fact remains that unless you Bond, something similar, if not worse, shall happen at the time of the next Moon.