[She stares a bit longer at Waver's seals than simple curiosity would typically permit, remembering when her her own hand had been branded so. But given the way he speaks about it, she thinks better than to voice those particular thoughts.]

Arturia told me a bit about them. If the command is powerful enough, even reality itself must bend to its will, or something akin to it.

[Her eyes finally slide down and away, then.]

... I did not know the Holy Grail offered a wish as its prize, but... I am familiar enough with the concept of wars over such things.