[She holds up that hand she just waved, palm facing him.]
I get it—the 'not yours to give' part, I mean. [And Fang supposed she understood the rest some, if Heroic Spirits were well-known. Hell, nothing had been more awkward dropping out of crystal sleep in the Cathedral, and people running up to her and bowing and calling her "Lady Fang." Hope must've really talked them up to the history books.]
[(He did, however, forget to mention what Fang was like. Those Order folk had been in for a shock when they didn't get what they expected.)]
Don't you worry, I won't pry. Saber's good enough for me. [His True Name wouldn't mean a damned thing to her, anyway—just like the other two parts of Fang's name meant nothing to anyone else, without the culture to frame it.]
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I get it—the 'not yours to give' part, I mean. [And Fang supposed she understood the rest some, if Heroic Spirits were well-known. Hell, nothing had been more awkward dropping out of crystal sleep in the Cathedral, and people running up to her and bowing and calling her "Lady Fang." Hope must've really talked them up to the history books.]
[(He did, however, forget to mention what Fang was like. Those Order folk had been in for a shock when they didn't get what they expected.)]
Don't you worry, I won't pry. Saber's good enough for me. [His True Name wouldn't mean a damned thing to her, anyway—just like the other two parts of Fang's name meant nothing to anyone else, without the culture to frame it.]