[He'd come to terms long ago that his life would come to an end when he finally completed his task. That was the fate of human beings. If even his king was to be slain, if even his king were to die, then it was only a matter of course that Sir Bedivere, who was so much lesser, would also die.
... It doesn't pan out that way. Somehow, he is summoned. Somehow, he's a Servant. Somehow... he's granted even more life ("life", if it can be called that) than he'd ever really deserved, after all of those years of wandering.
It means that after he is summoned, he spends a fair amount of time squirreled away in his room. He has a lot to come to terms with--and while he will gladly serve his new Master, while he will perform his duty as he must... he's really not sure how he can even be here. of course...then comes the knock, and the voice, and that voice is--
(That... is his other question, his other reason for hiding himself away. Shame and concern and uncertainty and so many other emotions not at all befitting of a knight.)
Either way he is not prepared at all for her to knock, and he practically fumbles over himself to stand up. He may or may not like. Knock stuff over in the process. Clatter clatter. It's fine.]
Ah--
[DANGIT.]
Yes... of course...! Just a--moment.
[Anyway a moment later he has straightened what he knocked over and heads over to the door, and before he can second guess himself or overthink it?
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Date: 2019-04-17 03:33 am (UTC)... It doesn't pan out that way. Somehow, he is summoned. Somehow, he's a Servant. Somehow... he's granted even more life ("life", if it can be called that) than he'd ever really deserved, after all of those years of wandering.
It means that after he is summoned, he spends a fair amount of time squirreled away in his room. He has a lot to come to terms with--and while he will gladly serve his new Master, while he will perform his duty as he must... he's really not sure how he can even be here. of course...then comes the knock, and the voice, and that voice is--
(That... is his other question, his other reason for hiding himself away. Shame and concern and uncertainty and so many other emotions not at all befitting of a knight.)
Either way he is not prepared at all for her to knock, and he practically fumbles over himself to stand up. He may or may not like. Knock stuff over in the process. Clatter clatter. It's fine.]
Ah--
[DANGIT.]
Yes... of course...! Just a--moment.
[Anyway a moment later he has straightened what he knocked over and heads over to the door, and before he can second guess himself or overthink it?
He yanks it open.]