Automatically, he starts to reply with a negation. She can't understand. Rin Tohsaka is too real for that. Even when she's weak and awkward and hurting from trying too hard to be cold and alone, her kindness is more real than anything he's known. Her smile holds more meaning.
He wouldn't say something like that, of course. He'd just tell her she's wrong--
But she says more than that she understands. She says it's what she is. His eyes widen, and he shifts forward abruptly, going forward from sitting down against the wall to on his knees and reaching out to her. He can't say why, but he wants to touch her to affirm to her that she's anything but fake.
It doesn't work, though. She's sitting too far away, behind a pile of blankets and pillows, and anyway he can't touch her right now, she's in her underwear! It was a stupid thought anyway. He drops his outstretched hand and looks down at the floor again. "...as my Master, you should know better than to say that, Rin." That's all he can say instead. Even if a minute ago he accused her of not being a proper Master who could really use a decent Servant.
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He wouldn't say something like that, of course. He'd just tell her she's wrong--
But she says more than that she understands. She says it's what she is. His eyes widen, and he shifts forward abruptly, going forward from sitting down against the wall to on his knees and reaching out to her. He can't say why, but he wants to touch her to affirm to her that she's anything but fake.
It doesn't work, though. She's sitting too far away, behind a pile of blankets and pillows, and anyway he can't touch her right now, she's in her underwear! It was a stupid thought anyway. He drops his outstretched hand and looks down at the floor again. "...as my Master, you should know better than to say that, Rin." That's all he can say instead. Even if a minute ago he accused her of not being a proper Master who could really use a decent Servant.