[The eyes Lancelot turns on his Second Master, for so he has come to think of the man, are black pits, though they are not empty. Something lies in their depths.
His shirt front and the ends of his hair are dark, wet with his Master's blood. As the worms settle on his shoulders, he glances down into Kariya's face.]
Master, you need not speak.
[Lancelot looks back up into the face of his Master, though this one on his feet.] I must find a healer-- Kariya Matou. I can willingly give to you a moment, but I cannot stay.
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His shirt front and the ends of his hair are dark, wet with his Master's blood.
As the worms settle on his shoulders, he glances down into Kariya's face.]
Master, you need not speak.
[Lancelot looks back up into the face of his Master, though this one on his feet.]
I must find a healer-- Kariya Matou. I can willingly give to you a moment, but I cannot stay.