Unbowed, unbent, unbroken

The moment he felt her fangs about his neck, he knew he had lost. Artoria’s voice cut through the combat, and with reluctance he relaxed his stance. He had been given his shot, and the time had passed. He gave in gracefully, bowing his head to his opponent. “You fought well” he said softly, as he backed away and turned his attention to Artorias.

It rankled to have lost, sitting sourly in his gut. He wanted to give his all, to rise and prove himself. To be someone to the Hallows. Losing was never easy, but he was forced to accept it. The Aegis’s words were gentle, and the consultation price was far nicer than he would have expected. It was a role that suited him well, and he already had great love for the Aegis’s family, his new little children. “I accept the position gladly, Artorias, you honour me” He said


"Speech"