5th oath of the moment [backdated to encounter with Blu_spy

[lunawolves10th]

[This has not been Garviel's day.  Really it just hasn't.  He's been stabbed through his primary heart, had some jerkass steal his identity, and then left with the check of an eat and run.  He stands up, settles his bill, and stumbles out of the diner, still bleeding from a jagged hole in his back, which is quickly scabbing over into a blood-seal.]

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[lunawolves10th]

"Indeed, Mamzel Rin. To my great shame, I was taken unawares by a disguised foe."

[his face seizes into a mask of pain and anger.]

"He pierced my primary heart, and cracked my rib-plate, I believe."

[lunawolves10th]

"A man who looked like a friend, but clearly was not. I... suspected something was wrong, but I played along with him to see what his game was. He took advantage of my good nature and ran me through, as you can see."

"I have two, yes. However... I can't self-diagnose well without my battle-plate." [he coughs, and spits out a pink fluid.]

[The stab was clearly made by a skilled knife-fighter, that much is certain. It would have probably killed a normal man. Too bad Emiya didn't have a secondary heart like this.]

[lunawolves10th]

[he nods once, stoic.]

"Do it."

[lunawolves10th]

"I assure you, pain is something of an old friend to me, Mamzel Rin. I will not begrudge you what you need to do. I am grateful you have offered to assist me."

[he gives her a smile, the effect even managing to make his black-rimmed eyes light up for a moment.]

"My word as a Luna Wolf, I will not be short with you."

[lunawolves10th]

[he removes his overcoat, and then his shirt, both of them sticky with quick-clotted Astartes blood, brown and black, biting back a wince as the cloth peels off the wound, making it pump again for a moment. Wow. He's muscled like you'd expect a super-soldier to be muscled, though his chest is almost equine in nature, no ribs showing as his entire ribcage is fused into one nigh-bulletproof mass, the first noticeable sign of the gross manipulation of the genehancement that makes a man into an Astartes.]

"Very well." [he says, through clenched teeth.]

[lunawolves10th]

[he looks shocked. His own private disgust at anything resembling sorcery briefly making his body seize, making him look like he briefly stiffens from pain, then he stops, and looks at her, his eyes a little more shadowed from fighting the pain.]

"You're no gentle apothecary." [he ventures a smile at her.]

"But that is alright. You were honest about the nature of your ministrations."

[he makes an impulsive, but heartfelt gesture, his hand lightly reaching out to touch her glowy one, a touch of gratitude. He moves very deliberately and delicately, treating the little mage like glass.]

"Thank you, Mamzel Rin. I am in your debt." [he stands, and begins to shrug back into his shirt and coat.]

[lunawolves10th]

[he laughs, a slightly harsh sound.]

"You sound like me talking to Saber."

[he slowly begins to walk again, towards his home.]

"I would not crush a human out of anger, that would defeat the entire purpose of my existence. I am here to protect humanity, not destroy it. But I certainly understand your concern."

[he sighs a bit after those words though, remembering the corruption and fall of his fellow astartes vividly, now.]

[lunawolves10th]

[he nods.]

"I know Astartes like myself who have lost control. They're the traitors. I... had to kill some of them, eventually. I can not imagine a war more bitter than fighting your own brothers."

[regarding Saber.]

"She is known to me, yes. She intrigues me. Noble, strong, and yet there is something of the vulnerable about her. I can't say I quite understand it. She interested me with what she told me about herself, I'd love know of the wars she fought."