Fate/Stay BERSERK

Ch 28

It's been two days since Guts left that Mordred made her way down to the armory. She hasn't fared well the past two days, hoping it was a terrible nightmare and she would wake up. She'd run to Guts's room, busting the door open expecting him to be there.....only to see an empty room.

The Roundtable knights all dealt with Guts's decision to leave in their own way. Kay has said multiple times on how he shouldn't have spoken to Guts that way. Ector was more plain about it, becoming hard to read his emotions. Lancelot had taken it rather well, he still wished his friend had stayed like Kay, but was handling better than most. Merlin became somewhat depressed, her little quips and jokes becoming less frequent. Her mother had still remained somewhat distant, drowning herself in books trying to cure her illness. When Mordred informed Gaston, the man had informed her Guts had told him. As a parting gift, Gaston made Guts the leather jacket he wore.

Arthur had taken it the worst....

Ever since Caliburn had shattered, Arthur hasn't spoken a word at all except ordering the others to leave him alone as he trapped himself in his room. He hasn't eaten at all, refusing to leave or attend the meetings. The Roundtable had to make excuses as to why the king was absent.
As Mordred entered the armory, she stopped.

"Arthur?"

Indeed, Arthur stood directly in front of the table were Guts's old armor sat. Arthur didn't respond. As Mordred got closer she could see Arthur holding Guts's broken sword. Arthur looked over his shoulder at Mordred, bags were under his eyes indicating the lack of sleep. Arthur spoke not a word before turning back to look at the blade. Without a word Arthur turned and walked past Mordred, the broken blade still in hand.

"Ar....." Mordred tried calling out but stopped herself. Ector told her Arthur would cope in his own way. Mordred turned her attention back to the armor stand and made her way. She grabbed Guts's helmet and lifted it up close to her. She took one hand and rubbed her fingers on the faceplate.

She looked back, making sure Arthur truly left. She then looked back at the helmet and slowly began unbuckling the chin strap. She then slowly lifted the helmet up and lowered it down unto her head. Curious, she turned to one of the mirrors in the room to see how she looked.

It was a little big, but forced all her hair down the sides and the back. The chin strapped dangled down on one side. She flipped the faceplate down and was met with a very thin visor. She had no clue how he could see like this.

Hearing the sound of someone approaching, Mordred took the helmet off and ran out of the armory, helmet still in hand has she left before anyone could see her.

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Arthur was in his room, sitting at his desk. In front of him was the shattered Caliburn, the blade he pulled out of stone and fought with for ten years. How would the kingdom react to his sword being shattered? Would the other kings see him as a weakling? But these questions were nothing compared to the source of the problems.

Arthur lifted up the old broken blade that belonged to his greatest comrade, Guts. Arthur placed a finger on the blade and traced it up to the sharpest point. Arthur stopped at the tip before pressing down on it, pricking his finger and making his blood trail down the blade.

It was nothing special. Old, worn, and broken. Guts had scavenged what he could from his old blade before having it forged with the sword he used to kill Boscogn. Arthur himself investigated the sword that saved Guts's life and found no magic properties whatsoever. It was the simple weapon of a mercenary.