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[Hello Savrou, did you miss vague shitposting about random questions? No? Here, have another! Only this one is with audio, and no odd name other than "Saber." Sadly, the man on the other side is somewhat unused to talking for deep or thought-provoking conversations. Someone help him.]

I have a question.

[...wait, he's supposed to ask everything at once on this thing. Right. This is... definitely not something he's used to. He starts again, trying not to sound too stiff.]

Do you have stories? [Uh. Hm. That still doesn't quite explain what he's looking for. Hang on, let him clarify.] By that I mean your worlds. Your homes. They could be recent, or from the past. Histories, legends. Fairytales. Any of those.

Do you remember any of them? What were they like? [Clearly, this isn't weird to ask anyone, right? It's normal? Siegfried has no idea what "normal" means. He's really bad at this.]

There were many, back in my home. Some faded over time, and others remained. It depended on where you lived or where you were from. [A beat, as if an afterthought:] And if you wanted to believe it or not, I suppose.

[IS THIS HOW YOU HOLD A CONVERSATION he hopes he's doing this right.]

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[There's definitely a sound at her mentioning superheroes, as if he's recognizing what she says, but won't comment on it.

Instead, he changes the subject.]

My name is Saber. [A pause.] Thank you for being patient with me.

[With all his questions, and him not exactly knowing everything.]