Stars are not infinite. They can only grow so big, Caster.
[AKA seriously take better care, but strange metaphors will always be strange. In any case, when Three finally does turn around? There's quite a cold glare on her face.]
You are a Servant, so it should stand that you are not to fall so easily. Furthermore, being this irresponsible? It would be blight for you to get taken out, and considering how you are, it's a possible future.
[Despite how harsh she sounded, her glare had receded into a mixture of worry and confusion.
In contrast, the doll she held was unlike the others she had made- the stitches were rather loose and some parts weren't even lined up properly. Her fingers, which were laced around it, were pocked with small needle wounds here and there.]
Why would I? My parents are not of sentimental value.
[There's a look of disgust as she says this;they don't have any expectations from her anymore, so there was no need to care about them.]
...the state you were in during that dream... [She becomes perturbed once again whilst a finger fidgets with one of the doll's threads.] ...I don't like it.
God, she's so done with today that she can't even deny it anymore or even say anything else. All this worry has exhausted her, so she'll being going over to sit between his legs and rest the back of her head against his chest.]
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A moth cannot gain anything if it keeps circling around a flame.
[She's on the floor, though she doesn't turn to face him.]
What do you want, Caster?
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[Truthfully, having her avoid him and lock herself up was a bit concerning, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.]
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[Her tone comes off a bit harsher then usual, and only the sound of scissors snipping at a thread follow her reply afterwards.]
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[He comes to sit down next to her, to better see said probably-not-smiling face.]
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[He says that pretty much independently of what it looks like.]
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...take care of yourself.
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[Funny you should say that.]
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[AKA seriously take better care, but strange metaphors will always be strange. In any case, when Three finally does turn around? There's quite a cold glare on her face.]
You are a Servant, so it should stand that you are not to fall so easily. Furthermore, being this irresponsible? It would be blight for you to get taken out, and considering how you are, it's a possible future.
[Despite how harsh she sounded, her glare had receded into a mixture of worry and confusion.
In contrast, the doll she held was unlike the others she had made- the stitches were rather loose and some parts weren't even lined up properly. Her fingers, which were laced around it, were pocked with small needle wounds here and there.]
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You're worried about me, Master? That's not like you.
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[Adamant tone and more furrowing of her brows proved otherwise.]
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[She opens her mouth as she's about to say something, and closes it instead before turning her head downwards.]
...Caster. What did you dream about last night?
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[She raises her head again to look at him, albeit with hesitance.]
And do you remember a white-haired figure?
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[He shrugs his shoulders.]
I thought you wouldn't care too much for me prying into your past.
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[There's a look of disgust as she says this;they don't have any expectations from her anymore, so there was no need to care about them.]
...the state you were in during that dream... [She becomes perturbed once again whilst a finger fidgets with one of the doll's threads.] ...I don't like it.
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[Hey, wait a minute-]
...a few??
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1/2
WHAT.]
......................
[On one hand, it seems he doesn't die easily, which was good and all.]
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Going back to being apathetic is what she usually would have done, but there was a twinge of anger that thought otherwise.]
Please control yourself.
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[He can't resist teasing a little, even if it's dangerous. He wouldn't be himself, otherwise.]
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God, she's so done with today that she can't even deny it anymore or even say anything else. All this worry has exhausted her, so she'll being going over to sit between his legs and rest the back of her head against his chest.]
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I won't be leaving you just yet. Don't worry about that.
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