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I meant another miracle.

[Said softly, something of a self-depreciating smile on her face since Waver is pretty on the money there. But she regains her spirit quickly enough.]

I could not ask Zo about our inquiry, but... Aria knows him better than anyone, I think. [Barring Ruana, perhaps, but--] When I asked her if she thought it would be possible, she said she had no reason to believe it was not, as far as she was aware.

[It's a thin thread of hope, to be sure, but hey. They've gotten this far on not much more.]

What--

[The response had caught him off guard, and it showed clearly on his face. True, it wasn't the clearest of answers--but it also wasn't a definite 'no', either. For now, Waver could settle for that.]

So...it could just possibly be something manageable.

[Her grin widens a bit at his reaction (somewhere deep down, she's still nineteen), but she nods in confirmation, leaning back in her chair with a sigh that's somewhere between satisfied and relieved.]

It could just be, if we can win the day at the end of all this.

[A hefty challenge in and of itself, but having something to fight for is a powerful thing.]

[Waver answered with a firm nod of acknowledgment, one hand moving to his collarbone--over a pendant hidden under his shirt.]

Right... [He spoke mostly to himself, absentmindedly.] Even if we survive, it's nothing I would call 'victory' at all if that isn't the end result.

[Whoever Waver is thinking about is a lucky person, she thinks but has a mind enough not to say. She allows her eyes to slip closed in rest, humming her agreement.]

My friend would likely insist we concentrate on our survival before her life or anything else, but I have to agree.

[If Hyrule were restored, but she knew Arturia was suffering her World's will...]

As would mine--in fact, he'd likely be annoyed if he heard me talking like that.

[Waver shrugged with one shoulder, the other still irritating him just a bit.]

But since we're the only ones within earshot right now, I won't tell if you won't.

I will make that deal.

[Her eyes remain closed, but a fond smile tugs at the corners of her lips.]

It seems they both need someone to look after their well-being, since they will not do it themselves.

[Nevermind that she sometimes has issues in that department as well. They're not talking about her, okay.]

[Waver actually laughed quietly at that--he had more than his share of problems with that as well, but hey. It wasn't their issues under a microscope right now.]

Let me guess--yours is the type to try and insist everyone comes before them and works themselves half to death doing so.

[pot, kettle, etc etc.]

More than half, without intervention.

[This is the most hypocritical conversation the multiverse has ever experienced.]

So kind and noble-hearted, yet it took quite some time to get her to realize she has people who actually care for her.

[Halloween was certainly an experience.]

[Waver paused for a second, realizing just how unsettlingly familiar this sounded.]

At the risk of seeming as though I'm prying, could I ask her name? This is seeming...disturbingly similar to who I had in mind at the moment.

[As in 'if you hadn't specified pronouns I'd think there were two of him'.]

[She cracks an eye open, glancing at Waver through the corner. Hm...?]

Her name is Arturia, though sometimes I believe she calls herself Saber of White.

[Please don't blindside her with alternate universe shenanigans she is too tired for that.]

...Wait, you know Saber?

[TOO LATE]

Small multiverse, I guess.

[Dammit.]

We first met the day we found the processing room, actually. Do you come from similar worlds?

We do, yes--Diarmuid likely knows her better than I do. I only crossed paths with my world's version of Saber once or twice, a long time ago.

[~MULTIVERSE HIJINKS~]

Is she interested in going to your world rather than her own? That's actually somewhat reassuring to hear.

I see...

[Well, at least she's no stranger to timeline shenanigans at this point.]

She is, yes, and I am glad for it as well. I do not know how much I should speak on the matter, but... while Hyrule might not have been in the best of states when I awoke here, it still would be a kinder place to her than her own world.

[Don't mind the bit of an edge her voice gains when she mentions Arturia's world. She's not fond of the planetary entity that took away her friend's will for Goddesses know how long.]

When it comes to the matter of any given Servant, I would certainly agree. Hopefully all those present will find a less miserable world to fuck off to and spare themselves the trouble.

[Bitter? No, not at all.]

Whole fucking system is a mess, if you ask me...

[Huh, she's never gotten a reaction like that before.]

I fear I am not well versed in the whole affair - my interactions have mostly been limited to Ruler and Arturia, which I understand to not be what one would call 'standard' in this context.

[Ruler was supposed to be neutral - a mediator - and Arturia was no longer a part of the war, as she understood it.]

...I could explain if you'd like, though I warn you it's an unpleasant and complicated mess of a thing.

[Sighing, Waver crossed his arms with a small frown.]

I was part of the entire thing as a teenager--actually I might argue I'm still very much involved with the matter of the Holy Grail itself.

I am no stranger to unpleasantness.

[But her voice softens somewhat after that, sympathetically.]

But I will not pry if it is something you would rather not speak of.

It's fine--the entire thing is hardly a secret around here. I think another version of myself detailed the whole matter on the network shortly before I arrived. Besides, as a teacher, far be it from me to leave anyone curious in the dark.

[Her lips twist a bit, uncertain, but--]

If you are willing to speak, I am willing to listen to whatever you feel comfortable saying.

To make this as simple as possible: seven Masters like myself summon seven Servants--heroes from our world's past--to fight for a wish-granting artifact called the Holy Grail. Seven mythical heroes answer to arrogant mages with their heads firmly placed nowhere fit for polite conversation, and they all try to murder each other just to have some wish granted through a miracle.

And that's only the basic concept on paper. It gets far, far more idiotic and cruel, I can promise you that.

[Waver held up his right hand, showing Zelda the bright red sigil branded there.] For one thing, Servants can't exist without being connected to a Master, and these fucking awful things are proof of that contract. These Command Spells represent three absolute orders a master can give, and their Servant will be forced to follow them no matter what they might be.

[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.

That's correct. For a more harmless example, if I were to use one right now to call Diarmuid, he would be here in under a second without difficulty. Which, though I hate to admit it, is a very useful ability to have.

[Shrugging, Waver put his right hand in his pocket.]

That's the bit which aggravates me, in hindsight. It's...just sick. Master and Servant both get a wish out of the ordeal, in theory--but nothing is worth that kind of shit. And that's not even touching upon what the Grail actually is.

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[Zelda has quite a few thoughts on the usefulness of the Command Spells - the reason she agreed to the contract with Ruler in the first place - and wars over wishes. She does not give voice to many of them.]

Seeking such power rarely ends well, I have found, regardless of intent.

[Or maybe that's just her unfortunate life. Either way.]

What is the Grail in reality, then?

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