Snippet #2303238

Truly, Saber expected everyone to serve him. He expected the woman to serve him because she was there and the servant was clearly not going to do it. So she was expected to fall into the position. Besides, Saber was too busy thinking to be bothered with preparing food. There seemed to be a game afoot, but no one was going to explain the rules. At the very least, Saber gathered that the game involved bloodshed which was enough to make him very interested. A part of him knew that the thought of hurting someone else should not cause him quite so much joy. A part of him knew that that was sick and twisted. However, the rest of him enjoyed being sick and twisted too much to pay morality much mind. Morality was for the weak who were bound by societal laws. When one had enough money to buy any sort of entertainment, it was easy to get bored easily. One had to invent new ways to entertain oneself.

Now, if Saber wanted to get very psychoanalytical about the whole mess, he probably could have drawn a line between the lack of attention he received and some sort of traumatic event in his past. There were sometimes fuzzy memories of something dark, but he mostly just ignored them and did his best to block those out. Besides, seeing blood seemed to help him forget that deep aching emptiness. Seeing others suffering was just so…so fulfilling. It calmed that strange ache and allowed him to focus on other things as well.

Now, Saber wished someone would explain the rules of the game so that he could get on with playing. And with anything Saber did, he expected to win. And he expected to have an absolutely brilliant time as he carved his way to victory. For a moment Saber spared a thought about that bleeding man that the servant, Hassen, had been carrying. If Saber knew anything about blood loss, and he liked to think he was nearly an expert, that man probably should have been dead. So what, then, had been keeping him alive? Was something else afoot? Something…supernatural? That thought made a chill run down Saber’s spine, a rare occurrence. It was difficult to tell if the shiver was of fear or excitement, though. Perhaps of both, since he was so rarely afraid of anything anymore. Knowing that he could still feel a little fear was just too wonderful for words. And even more exciting.

If there was something supernatural involved in what was going on here, then that increased the risk. As well as the ultimate payoff. It meant that Saber did not know everything that was going on which both amused and irritated him. Saber liked to be in control, but he also enjoyed some surprises. Soon enough he would know everything that was going on.

Saber noticed the woman’s slight amusement at his glance and smirked in response. Oh, she would be fun to figure out. He wondered what would ultimately happen to her if this game was going to go as he expected. How long would she last? For a moment, he openly measured her, considering her height and weight. Would she be able to fight against someone who attacked her? Saber was youngish and slender, but he was fast. He doubted he would be able to overpower some if he was confronted physically, but he could escape fairly easily.
Now was not the time for that. There was no reason to hurt the woman right now. Especially because he was not bored. This new situation was providing enough entertainment to keep him busy for a while. With a slight chuckle, Saber shook his head. He really needed to stop getting so ahead of himself and enjoy the present.

“A snack, yes. A proper meal, though, not particularly. There has never been a reason for me to learn,” He said with a strangely genuine-looking smile as he turned to the woman for a moment. He then continued his search. After a little digging he found a few rolls and some jam. He also found a knife. Though, unfortunately, not a particularly sharp one. He may want to find one for later. For protection, of course. Saber piled his finds onto a plate and carried it over to the table. Sitting down, he ripped into the bread and started to spread a sizable portion of jam on it.