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[chariotry]

... [ Ugh. That is something that's been on his mind lately. Of course his old master would pick up on that. ]

I've already preserved my name in history. My κλέος is eternal now.

This? This is for the benefit of mankind. [ And not himself. ] What action we take here will be unknown, but doing the right thing is also necessary for a hero.

[horsepowered]

[How can it not be? Chiron is genuinely curious if the matter has come up for Saber as well, but...the matter is delicate, and Saber is very much not. It'll pop up when it does, and he has no doubts that her response will be interesting.

Achilles' own thoughts bring a smile to his face. There's nothing else to remark on. The only thing Chiron can do is nod in approval, pleased at the genuine thought that's been given to the matter. It's a reflection on Achilles, and one of the best Chiron's seen. One that can't and shouldn't be attributed to anyone but the man himself.]

And here I am wanting that last sentence preserved in the records for all to read.

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[ Listen, he grew up a bit after dying. He has a lot of regrets... ]

Only you'll know what I've said today.

And I'm fine with that.

My glory is my own. And I can do with it as I wish; the only person affected is myself anyway.

... What have you been doing since you were brought to Paris, teacher?

[horsepowered]

[Maturity in death sounds more like just having time to process grief and not act irrationality because of it. It explains the softer heart at their first meeting in Trifas too.]

Mmm. There's a certain power in being anonymous, as we're forced to be at present.

[As for the actual question, there's an easy shrug.]

Nothing terribly exciting. I was invited to go roof hopping with your side's Saber.

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Saber... [ He murmurs the name.]

And you didn't invite me? [ He's affronted, but not severely so. ]

[horsepowered]

There wasn't any time to do so. She ought to be your class, she was that keen on leaving me in the dust.

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That's no excuse! [ He's being bratty now, which is probably familiar to Chiron. ]

Next time, you better tell me... Ah, then I can best both of you at the same time!

[horsepowered]

[Chiron shakes his head slowly. Just seconds ago, he was wise beyond his lifetime and now....this.]

If it ever happens again, I will try and alert you.

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[ Ugh... He's crossing his arms after realizing he just had a pseudo tantrum. That's not cool or manly. ]

She's strong, isn't she? [ A bit of a smirk... ]

[horsepowered]

She likely had a very interesting life.

[Achilles no.]

[chariotry]

I think she has... I long to know her name.

[ He's sheepishly smiling now. ] Don't you think she's beautiful?

[horsepowered]

[...Achilles no.

Chiron can't imagine Saber actually taking that as a compliment. There's something to her demeanor. Best to avoid this conversation.]

I don't think I can comment either way.

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[ .... He just looks over at him, kind of incredulous. ]

I see... Even after her death, you're still loyal to your wife. That's admirable.

[ Yeah, he's noticed her demeanour. She isn't exactly delicate, but ... she almost reminds him of Penthesilea, with her wild nature and unrivalled beauty. Maybe that's why he's so interested in her, though he'll definitely go about courting her in a more respectful way. He won't stop in the middle of battle just to call her beautiful and send her into a rage. ]

I was thinking of bringing her a gift the next time I see her. A dress, maybe? [ Holding his chin in thought. ]

[horsepowered]

Nor have I been as free with relations as most centaurs are. That has always been true.

[At least the question gets an honest reaction of Chiron. He grimaces outright.]

If you insist, I believe weaponry would be better.

[chariotry]

[ Yes, Chiron. You aren't a sexually-assaulting centaur and that's special.

Omfg. ]

Weaponry... She is a warrior.

But the weaponry and armour they have available here are subpar. Maybe I can gift her Keraunos. [ He looks over to the horse waiting for him at the stairs. ]

[horsepowered]

[Look it's part of his legend.]

Or perhaps don't do anything so grand right away.

[He's trying to spare the horse.]

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[ But DADDDDD I want her to NOTICE me. ]

Then, if not grand, then something simple... Like food? [ That's all she cares about. ]

[horsepowered]

Mm, she does seem to care about that quite a bit. Probably less costly as well.

[chariotry]

... I will buy the biggest roasted animal I can find.

[ Omfg... ]

And a baguette. [ Nodding to himself. ]

[horsepowered]

On that, I wish you luck finding something appropriate. The latter sounds simple enough.

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Thank you, teacher!

[ He's so happy, he's beaming! ] I'm grateful that we can talk like this, again...

[horsepowered]

[That...is indeed cute. And Chiron's smile is there too, just far more reserved like the rest of him always is.]

I am as well. I took little delight in seeing you as opposition.

[chariotry]

[ Honestly... There are opposing feelings at work here. Though he'd been so excited to prove himself, there's an immense relief in knowing that they won't have to fight each other for some time.

Somehow, they managed to dodge fate together. ]

We should celebrate tonight and drink to our hearts' content. These Frenchmen make great wine.

Maybe, if we're lucky, we could find a lyre somewhere.

[horsepowered]

[For Chiron, it's like dropping walls he built up in order to deal with the particular curve fate threw. It wasn't easy taking on a student, nor something he took any pleasure in doing. Lecturing Achilles about being too soft hearted was a way to get him to the same level of required dispassion that Chiron forced himself to enter in order to well...

..it didn't matter now, did it?]

We might have to make do with percussion. [Wait.] Can you actually play after too many rounds?

We can timeskip to when they find lyres... and wine

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You must be joking. [ He gives out a belt of a laugh and ... smacks his teacher right on the back. It's weird, being taller than someone he always had to crane his neck to look up at, but he's enjoying it. ] I could still fight more fiercely than any man here even while drunk off my gourd. It'll be fine.

I'm sure we can find a lyre. I know that the people of Paris enjoy string instruments, so it's just a matter of actually looking for something suitable. [ Jerking his thumb in some direction. ]

Come on, teacher.