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Who: Anyone
When: Day 82, Early Morning
Where: Level 1
What: Some Clean up

[Unless you are down on level 1 in the early morning for some reason, you will probably miss the way the gross, rotting messes start to simply disappear, as if being collected by some invisible party. Piles of moss, tangled rot, pools of stagnant water. The algae clinging to walls just fades away.

What you probably DO notice is when you get up in the morning well... the air just smells a lot fresher than it has since the move! Rather like you are no longer living directly above a smelly bog full of rotting plant and animal life.

Journeying down to Level 1 will reveal two things:

1) The level is clear of all rotting, dead and dying plant and animal life, as well any life that was thriving in that disgusting muck. Perhaps 85% of what was down there is gone and what is left are vines and flowers, perhaps a few creatures. Whatever had begun to grow or moved in since the move. They are sparsely placed and easy enough to clear by hand.

2) There's still a lot of.. junk. Left over. Namely in the many rooms that parameter each of Level 1's five floors. Old tables, made of metal and stone, some still usable but most not. Chairs, benches, desks. Husks of comfort and office furniture.

Other than that, the Level is a vast open space with many rooms lining the walls. The two doors that once blocked the huge front opening lie on the ground near the opening, and if you look them over carefully you'll find you can recognize many of the carvings depicting peoples, cities, acts of god, and the gods themselves.]

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I'm not the same person. I could spend hours explaining, but judging things objectively, that's how it is. I'm much weaker than I was when you've taken me as your master.

I lack will and strength to change it, but of the things I've done, there's a lot to be ashamed of. But speaking of it plainly isn't something I can do, so I suppose I'll just show you.

[ pausing for a moment-- hesitating, and then he's taking his shirt off. There's bandages on his arms and a still-healing wound on his chest-- and then he's turning around, showing his back to her.

Say hello to Gilgamesh's name (though it's written in akkadian), clearly carved in with a knife ]

[ PUNCHES HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD ]

[ THAT HURTS SABER

but he was expecting violence, so turning back to face her now, but expecting more ]

[ . . . sourly . . . ]

I cannot read that.

... Is that what the punch was for? It's Gilgamesh's name.

Yes, of course that was what the punch is for it does not become me to not know what is carved into my Master's body how can I possibly react in the proper fashion if I must ask for it to be translated this is terrible. . .

[ going to stare at her for a few moment, and then he just. starts laughing. Covering his face with a hand ]

It does release the tension somewhat, at least.

What is so funny? Why are you laughing? This is not a humorous matter!

Hahaha! -- I'm sorry. But now that you do know what it is, should I prepare myself for another blow...?

Why.

...I don't know.

Well!

. . .

In that case! This is something I will think on, yes. And then perhaps later cut off his hands and make him eat them.

... Don't intervene, Saber.

Hm? What is this?

A request. I was the one who let it get to this point. And my relationship with Gilgamesh is my business alone.

[ CONSIDERS. ]

If I choose to fight him it will not be on your behalf, but my own.

I'm fine with that.

So long as it has nothing to do with me, then I won't object to it.

I will respect your request, however if he does you further wrong I will kill him.

... He never did anything I didn't agree too, Saber.

So you are saying that if one agrees to be wronged than it is fine?

I'm saying I share the same responsibility.

Because you are my Master I will allow you the burden in some ways, but I will not curtail my feelings simply because of your responsibility. If you cannot better yourself and you have fallen so low then we gain nothing from you wallowing in the mud.

[ silent for a few long moments, clearly struggling to find the right words here.

And then he just says something else entirely ]

It's good to have you back.

[ . . . ?! ]

-- Well! Obviously! I am a shining star in your life, you must have missed my brilliance!

[ smiling a little, and then nodding ]

I did. Let's spar seriously when these finish healing.

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