[Dan had the tendency to talk about his time as a soldier. Robin heard it all a million times before, for thousands of years. he knows. and the reason Robin hadn't tried to tell him he was crazy for still upholding that chivalry at his age was because he believed so strongly in it. he clutched to his virtues in a white-knuckled grip. refusing to let them go, refusing to let anyone take it from him.
how could he ever tell the man he was wrong?
as for Robin, he knew his own virtues were childish and naive. yet they clung to him anyway. a thorn in his side. it wasn't Robin who kept his virtues, they just wouldn't leave him alone.
his throat moves and he swallows thick. without a collar blocking half of his throat, she may see the tattoo that runs down his chest move with the motion.]
He had no reason to look upon me as a son.
[he says it quietly, then sighs. loud. tired. he's no protector, and he's no Heroic Spirit. his hands plant on her shoulders, easing her back. something physical to put between them as Robin scrambles to find distance again because she's dug too deep.]
Allow me to tell you about a common thread between you and your Servant. You meddle in business that's not your own. Both of you have always got a comment about something or other. That Saber wanted to be acknowledged by you as badly as you want to be remembered. She was as glad to have your attention as you were to have yours. Spend it on her, instead. Tell her about everything she wanted to protect. While you're at it, tell her how she always did her best.
[about that mood breaker. he steps back, turns, and lifts his hand in a wave.]
Forget about being my Dominant. I'll figure something else out. Maybe I'll jump out the third story window.
[strange how the physical distance didn't make him flinch nearly as hard as the emotional one.]
i am so sorry for this
how could he ever tell the man he was wrong?
as for Robin, he knew his own virtues were childish and naive. yet they clung to him anyway. a thorn in his side. it wasn't Robin who kept his virtues, they just wouldn't leave him alone.
his throat moves and he swallows thick. without a collar blocking half of his throat, she may see the tattoo that runs down his chest move with the motion.]
He had no reason to look upon me as a son.
[he says it quietly, then sighs. loud. tired. he's no protector, and he's no Heroic Spirit. his hands plant on her shoulders, easing her back. something physical to put between them as Robin scrambles to find distance again because she's dug too deep.]
Allow me to tell you about a common thread between you and your Servant. You meddle in business that's not your own. Both of you have always got a comment about something or other. That Saber wanted to be acknowledged by you as badly as you want to be remembered. She was as glad to have your attention as you were to have yours. Spend it on her, instead. Tell her about everything she wanted to protect. While you're at it, tell her how she always did her best.
[about that mood breaker. he steps back, turns, and lifts his hand in a wave.]
Forget about being my Dominant. I'll figure something else out. Maybe I'll jump out the third story window.
[strange how the physical distance didn't make him flinch nearly as hard as the emotional one.]