action;
[ Suzaku takes in a sharp breath, his eyes wide and startled on her. All that he wants to do, right now, for these words alone, is to kneel at her feet, press her hand to his forehead, kiss it in thanks.
He failed so utterly as Euphemia's knight. Her will was violated, then her life taken, on his watch. All because he trusted one friend, his first friend.
A friend who made a mistake.
And yet, for all the achievements Suzaku has gotten since (by betraying that friend, as well as his own competence and ambition), there is no title that he holds more precious than being Euphemia's Knight. The title that he did not seek out, that came as a blessing, so undeserved and so bright.
Hand over his heart, he bows, eyes brimming with tears despite his efforts. ]
First, and always, Your Highness. Your knight, as long as you'll have me.
[ As to how he sees himself... ] You are merciful, filled with grace. I may be the blade, or the shield, in your hand, but I could never hope to be as made of goodness as you are.
It is... more than I could have dreamed, to see your eyes look on me in kindness again.