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[beaumains]

For those that knew of and were friend to Sir Gawain of Orkney, Son of Lot, Holy Sword of the Round Table

He is gone from this world, his room empty, as is his stable.

Had you any unfulfilled business or affairs, I shall take responsibility for them as his closest kin within this world.

Thank you, kindly, and I wish you well.

- Sir Gareth of Orkney.

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[impostorsyndrome]

[Kadoc stares at this for a while when he gets the new post notification on his tablet; he's not at home, out dealing with stable business himself and his own new horse, and he takes a bit to just flop on some hay and look at his screen. . . . He still isn't good at comforting anyone, he thinks. He types some variation of "I'm sorry to hear it" like five times, deleting it every time because it sounds stupid, feels like it'll just be annoying her to get some platitude in her inbox. At last, instead:]

Are you busy?

[beaumains]

I'm cleaning out his stable, and any other effects he left behind. It wasn't much, of course, but he still purchased a saddle. I think you could make use of it.

[ No, she knew exactly what he was actually asking, but... She wasn't sure she had a good answer for him. It wasn't an wilful "yes', but it wasn't an honest "no", either, it was just... Trying to distract herself, while ironically also burying herself in what was left of her brother's presence... ]

[impostorsyndrome]

[Oh, she knows, and he knows she knows. What he doesn't know yet is how hard he should push something like this. His instinct is always, always to back down. Okay, see you at home later. But this is—

It'd just feel even more like he was the person Gawain had accused him of being, letting Gareth take care of him in his darker moments without bothering to get involved in hers.]

I was gonna ask if you wanted to help me out with basically the exact same thing in a different location, so that's awkward.

But the offer's open anyway. Or I can stop by his to give you a hand.

[beaumains]

I'm almost done here. I could stop by.

[ ... ]

Master is inviting me out for a parfait. Would you like to come?

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[fujimaru]

Hey
I know this probably won't help that much but
What are your feelings on parfaits?

[ When in doubt, apply desserts to sadness. Even if the words are polite and sincere, Ritsuka can guess how Gareth might be feeling, under all of that. ]

[beaumains]

Tamamo-cat prepared one for me once, and it was really delicious. It was sort of their way of welcoming me to the group, I suppose.

I'm still not sure how she managed it with those giant paws.

[ She knew what this was. Same as with Kadoc. She wasn't certain how sincerely she could approach this, either. ]

[fujimaru]

Cat is just good at stuff like that
I watched her once, and somehow I still don't know how she does it
Anyway the point is, do you want to go get some?

[ Some things are better conveyed in voice than in text, but Ritsuka prefers to follow the lead she's given. There'd been a point where she hadn't been able to stand talking to anyone except Mash, and even then only for short periods at a time. She knows what it's like to need some time to process loss, even if Ritsuka doubts Gawain is dead, just... gone. Hopefully gone home, but either way, no longer here.

But also, she can't not make the offer. ]

My treat
I'm actually a little rich right now, lol

[beaumains]

[ ... Ultimately, she didn't want to be alone. ]

I have to stop by Kadoc's stable to help with some things, and drop off what was left behind of my brother's possessions. Things he'd gathered in his time here, and whatnot.

[excalibeam]

I... see.

[ That... explains why she hasn't seen him in a while. ]

Gareth, are you...

[ God, she doesn't know what to say, really. Sure, she could simply say that she's sorry to hear that Gawain is gone just like Shirou, but... mere words didn't feel like enough anymore.

Eventually, after a lot of thinking and deleted messages... ]

Would you like to dine out?

[beaumains]

I'm


[ No. She couldn't really dance around this, like she could with her Master or with Kadoc, waffling on how earnest she could be in her response. This was Artoria, her King, her... ][ ]

I'm not sure I can handle being in the greater public, at the moment.

[ Her family. ]

[excalibeam]

I see... I understand.

If you would like, I could come to you, then.

If there is anything you would like me to bring, I may bring it.

[ Some of Archer's cooking, maybe? Or is she being a little much? She hasn't ever really been this involved... this openly concerned for her family. At least, not in a long time, not since before she... ]

Or I could just simply... be there.

If that is alright.

[beaumains]

Master has offered to purchase a parfait for me. I'm sure she could easily be convinced to buy another.

[ Which would normally feel like imposing, but... In that moment, she couldn't help but admit to her selfishness. Before Artoria, she could only be that much more honest with herself. ]

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[scriptwriter]

[Damn... As over-the-top as Gawain was, Kotarou liked him. He's never been close to his family, but he knew how it felt to feel lonely and all by yourself. Kotarou is not sure how to comfort people in times of crisis like this... His usual jokes probably wouldn't do any good. But he knew that he often got active to distract himself whenever he was depressed.]

Hey Gareth-san
Just curious
How much energy do you have right now?

[beaumains]

[ The lack of his usual insulting petname for her clued her in that he was being pretty serious, even if the words themselves didn't seem to convey much. ]

I'm gathering up what my brother left behind, and bringing it to Kadoc's stable. After that, my Master is insisting on purchasing a parfait for me, so

Take that as you will, I suppose.

[scriptwriter]

I see, I see! How about we have a quick spar after all of that!? I've gotten a little stronger nowadays, you know!

[This is how knights bond... He assumes this was one of the many ways.]

[beaumains]

[ ... She knows what he's trying, but... ]

I can't say I feel very up to that, right now.

Voice // un; Chasseur

[resistetmords]

Ah... mm... so he has.

[Gareth... probably didn't want people to see her right now. But Anri still went ahead and posted a voice message anyway. Text alone just seemed... well a voice felt better, even if Gareth herself only texted. Or didn't respond at all.]

...You know just... please remember to talk if you don't feel good.

[There wasn't much else she could say.]

[beaumains]

[ Despite it all, she probably needed that reminder... She still only sent text, but she felt like the weak smile she managed could be felt, regardless. A special sort of magic, something she could share with Anri, at least, of all people. ]

I'll remember. Thank you.

[resistetmords]

I know you will.

[She manages a small smile in return on her own end. Gareth at least wouldn't be alone. She still can't help but worry though!]

...When you're ready, if you'd like, you're welcome to come over to my place. Or I could come over to your place for a bit.

If you want.

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[sos_pilot]

Sorry about that, Gareth.

You ever want some company, I'll be there in no time at all.

[beaumains]

At the moment, I'm not terribly certain


what it is I want.

[sos_pilot]

That's fair. Lemme try something else.

Do you NOT want a hug? And maybe NOT some sweets with tea?

text; un: lilmonix3

[peninhand]

I had the pleasure of talking to Sir Gawain a few times. He brought honor to the round table.

[ He wasn't dead, but... She could only imagine the pain a loved one disappearing suddenly brought. Gah, why did this world work like this? It shouldn't bring in people together only to then split them apart! It was wrong. Was this really something beyond their control? ]

I know we haven't talked a lot, but I am here if you need someone to talk to.

[beaumains]

Thank you, for such a kind offer, my lady. I could not find it in myself to take it, however.

[ No, that... was a lie, in a way. She was starting to realize she really didn't want to be alone. But sincerely facing that selfish desire was impossible when talking to someone she only sort of knew. ]

[peninhand]

I fully understand.

Please do take care of yourself, alright?