Servant and Master both turned their heads towards Lancer as she spoke. Thomas regarded her curiously, one eyebrow raised and a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, appearing more amused than concerned with the former Valkyrie’s warning. [color=aba000]“Oh I’m well aware of his history my dear, I made sure to do my research before today. A life of combat, a life of war, a life of *winning* those wars; a bloody life with a bloody end; challenging, I think, but not difficult, not for one like him. He will be… quite useful in the battles to come.”[/color]

The end of Thomas’ sentence trailed off as he turned to regard his Servant, noticing the way in which the old king looked at Lancer for the first time. The Berserker’s face was unchanged; his expression carved from granite, rough and unyielding, yet his eyes had changed and now held the most curious mix of emotions. The fury had not disappeared entirely, but it had abated, lowering from a boil to a simmer that lay underneath everything else; recognition, at least a hint of it, alongside a little bit of what Thomas could only describe as awe, or perhaps veneration. Closer to respect than admiration.

How very curious.

[color=aba000]“I appreciate your input miss Lancer, but don’t waste your concern on an old man like me. Attend to your Master; he looks a little red in the face.”[/color]

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