[Doctor Gabriel]

Had Don Quixote’s face been visible at the moment, anyone who saw it would think he looked like a scolded puppy.

“I… I beg your forgiveness, Mi Rey,” he choked out in a confused and pained voice, “I believed them cut throat blaggards… I shall refrain from engaging in any other battles without your specific order…”

Saber’s formless self shrunk with the weight of his shame. He’d dishonored his king and what’s more he nearly harmed apparent innocents in the process. A knight was meant to be a gleaming champion of his lord’s rule and protect innocents, not attack them. He’d never felt like such a failure in his life.

“You’ll… still allow me to serve you, won’t you Master?” he asked in a meak and desperate tone.