[ that is definitely more than enough force to pull romani to his feet. he scrambles to keep himself upright, using gilgamesh's own arm as support.
the position he's in is far from comfortable, and the king's anger is practically palpable and making the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife, but he listens. and oh how he listens. he does so as the servant yells at him, telling him not what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to hear.
yes, he's powerless in battle. he cannot fight the way that gin, or gilgamesh, or many of the people here could. that much is certain and he is aware of it. but that...doesn't mean that he's entirely useless. not yet, at least.
as long as the team could stay together, then perhaps...perhaps there could still be a chance.
roman stumbles back when he's let go, drawing a shuddering breath as he tries to settle his thoughts and emotions. part of him wants to freak out, to collapse in on himself...but he knows that won't be possible. he can't let that sort of thing happen. for his sake, and for everyone's sake. ]
You're right. You're right. We have to...we have to keep fighting, somehow. But I have a feeling that this is going to continue, King Gilgamesh-- you heard what Sho Minamimoto said. This thing will try to take us all down like predators hunting its prey. But I'll fight until the end, whether's it's my death or until we escape.
[ because he's certain that help will not come from the outside.
his legs are still shaking, but he puts on the best brave face that he can to speak up. ]
This might be too much to ask, but...in the case that I die here, please keep the team together as best as possible. That's all. Laugh at me if you'd like, but this is all I ask.
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[ that is definitely more than enough force to pull romani to his feet. he scrambles to keep himself upright, using gilgamesh's own arm as support.
the position he's in is far from comfortable, and the king's anger is practically palpable and making the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife, but he listens. and oh how he listens. he does so as the servant yells at him, telling him not what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to hear.
yes, he's powerless in battle. he cannot fight the way that gin, or gilgamesh, or many of the people here could. that much is certain and he is aware of it. but that...doesn't mean that he's entirely useless. not yet, at least.
as long as the team could stay together, then perhaps...perhaps there could still be a chance.
roman stumbles back when he's let go, drawing a shuddering breath as he tries to settle his thoughts and emotions. part of him wants to freak out, to collapse in on himself...but he knows that won't be possible. he can't let that sort of thing happen. for his sake, and for everyone's sake. ]
You're right. You're right. We have to...we have to keep fighting, somehow. But I have a feeling that this is going to continue, King Gilgamesh-- you heard what Sho Minamimoto said. This thing will try to take us all down like predators hunting its prey. But I'll fight until the end, whether's it's my death or until we escape.
[ because he's certain that help will not come from the outside.
his legs are still shaking, but he puts on the best brave face that he can to speak up. ]
This might be too much to ask, but...in the case that I die here, please keep the team together as best as possible. That's all. Laugh at me if you'd like, but this is all I ask.