...I'm in a precarious situation back at home. Another Holy Grail War, except our objective this time is to stop it before the ritual causes an unimaginable calamity. However, not every participant is as readily able to accept the futility of the ordeal as laid out--that is to say, some are still convinced they can claim victory.
One such person is the master of Lancer--not mine, a different spirit in the same class--and she absolutely hates me. Enough to want me dead, war or no war. And that's...my problem to bear. It's my fault she's in the situation she is, and she deserves to hate me for that. But that means-...I thought that meant it was something I needed to handle on my own.
[He really couldn't blame her, and it was evident in his voice. As wretched as Sola-Ui thought he was, she had every justification for it. Every justification to believe Waver was lying if he was so much as breathing.]
I either had to convince her to withdraw or kill her. That's how it works when mages conflict; diplomacy or death. I pushed away every god damned ally I have to shoulder the whole situation alone, wrote myself off as effectively dead, set up contingency plans, and faced her without help. Of course...she didn't listen as I figured she wouldn't, and I hesitated to kill her like a mage of my station should have.
[Because I'm not like Kayneth hung the uncomfortable implication, free of regret but laden with something like guilt.]
...She summoned the perfect counter to my Servant, and I couldn't even bring myself to call for him when they almost killed me. I nearly ruined ten years of planning to stop this disaster because I was sure I was the same coldhearted mage as my predecessor.
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...I'm in a precarious situation back at home. Another Holy Grail War, except our objective this time is to stop it before the ritual causes an unimaginable calamity. However, not every participant is as readily able to accept the futility of the ordeal as laid out--that is to say, some are still convinced they can claim victory.
One such person is the master of Lancer--not mine, a different spirit in the same class--and she absolutely hates me. Enough to want me dead, war or no war. And that's...my problem to bear. It's my fault she's in the situation she is, and she deserves to hate me for that. But that means-...I thought that meant it was something I needed to handle on my own.
[He really couldn't blame her, and it was evident in his voice. As wretched as Sola-Ui thought he was, she had every justification for it. Every justification to believe Waver was lying if he was so much as breathing.]
I either had to convince her to withdraw or kill her. That's how it works when mages conflict; diplomacy or death. I pushed away every god damned ally I have to shoulder the whole situation alone, wrote myself off as effectively dead, set up contingency plans, and faced her without help. Of course...she didn't listen as I figured she wouldn't, and I hesitated to kill her like a mage of my station should have.
[Because I'm not like Kayneth hung the uncomfortable implication, free of regret but laden with something like guilt.]
...She summoned the perfect counter to my Servant, and I couldn't even bring myself to call for him when they almost killed me. I nearly ruined ten years of planning to stop this disaster because I was sure I was the same coldhearted mage as my predecessor.
But I'm just a complete fool.