Gawain had a frown, deep in thought, completely unaware of what Master would be doing, the moon holy grail was yet to be claimed, his white pristine armor shined with the sun, he had his hands on the pommel of his sword, Excalibur Galatine, he took a deep breath, completely baffled, that Master had allowed that traitor, Lancelot to join them, while Artoria agreed and also allowed it, he wasn't to keen to the ordeal.

Another sigh, he decided to walk and let the wind blow his doubts, unaware that his master would notice his doubts and saw his troubled gaze.