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early-mid mayish

[fionnuisce]

[Shocking no one but himself, Waver actually made an appointment he was well overdue for considering both Shadow nonsense and several other things. Perhaps more shocking was that he showed up to it, an Eevee perched patiently on his shoulder.]

...So what do you call it when you watch yourself casually light a match and attempt to burn every bridge you have only to be essentially called out for being a complete idiot after a near-death experience?

Because I'm starting to realize that my life back home is even more fucked up than I already knew it was.

[notevensorey]

[Sorey has a Comfey hanging out in his office, so he doesn't judge anyone for bringing their Pokemon friends to session. She gives a little chirp, spinning like a wheel as a soothing scent wafts from her flowers. He sets his notebook down so that he can give Waver his full attention.]

Hmm, self-destructive is how I would label that, personally.

[The brunet gives him a small smile, remembering that psychological horror of a dungeon.]

I can't offer anything stronger while on the clock, I'm afraid, but I do have tea or coffee if you want.

[fionnuisce]

Yeah, sounds about right to me.

[His fluffy companion hopped into his lap as Waver sat down with a sigh of resignation.]

I'm fine. I just think I might be an idiot.

[notevensorey]

[Sorey tilts his head slightly.]

What makes you say that?

[fionnuisce]

[Slow inhale.]

...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.