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[Her calls had gone unanswered, but not unheard. In fact he listened overly, seeking any sound that would indicate she were in danger. His throat is still clogged with guilt over what he'd done -- what he'd done to her particularly, what it must be like for her to have a Demon for a Master -- but if she truly needed him he would have gone, sick feeling and all.]
[That he would risk so much for her confuses and disgusts him. All these vows he'd made to himself, and his feelings for her would make him break every last one.]
[Zelgadis has long turned back to his books, the small collection he's amassed between the incident and now surrounding him, open and with note pages sticking out of them, facing this way and that yet somehow organized. He had to keep sane somehow. But any solace he's found threatens to fall to pieces when he senses Saber coming close, and he knows it can't be a coincidence.]
[A deep breath seems to give him no air nor clarity as she approaches, but he stands anyway, anticipation singing through his nerves. He actually, in some small way, wanted to see her. Just to see that she was okay, he assures himself.]