Danyel"I wasn't asking about that. I was asking if you were worthy of me pledging myself to you. But I suppose the circumstances of this will be different, so I will accept you as my Master. I will tell you this, once we are in the singularity, I will follow my own will. As such I will disregard your orders to take my own course of action should they be lacking. Of course, any victory I achieve will be also be yours, and I will surrender any spoils I obtain to you. All you have to do is keep yourself safe somewhere."
Such an unruly Heroic Spirit. Still, Amari knew nothing about combat anyway, and if he was telling the truth he would only ignore her if he thought she was being foolish. She wasn't about to waste a command seal trying to demand his obedience, she had done enough research to know that wouldn't work.
"Fine, do what you want, but I won't hide like a coward while you're out fighting. I can take care of myself without getting in your way. Fight at your own discretion, but using your Noble Phantasm is at my discretion only understand? If I'm not ready for it, you don't use it."
She was careful to avoid putting the full force of her will behind the demand, so as to not use a command seals on accident. Impulsive actions always resulted in wasted resources.
"I must compliment you, Master, for breaking out of Diarmuid's curse. I may have misjudged you. As for our chances in a real Holy Grail war? Pretty good, as long as nothing foolish is done."
Diarmuid. The name was familiar. She had read a few reports on the Fourth Grail War before arriving at the facility. Still, as long as she was careful she could avoid the effects of the curse, though repeated exposure might become a problem. Amari sighed and closed her eyes, folding her hands together in front of her face.
"Look, I'm hungry and tired, and we need to talk in private so I know what you can do. We'll stop by the cafeteria then head to my room to talk."
She turned on her heel then, deliberately turning away from the Lancer she had just avoided falling for, and walked toward the exit of the room.
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Such an unruly Heroic Spirit. Still, Amari knew nothing about combat anyway, and if he was telling the truth he would only ignore her if he thought she was being foolish. She wasn't about to waste a command seal trying to demand his obedience, she had done enough research to know that wouldn't work.
"Fine, do what you want, but I won't hide like a coward while you're out fighting. I can take care of myself without getting in your way. Fight at your own discretion, but using your Noble Phantasm is at my discretion only understand? If I'm not ready for it, you don't use it."
She was careful to avoid putting the full force of her will behind the demand, so as to not use a command seals on accident. Impulsive actions always resulted in wasted resources.
"I must compliment you, Master, for breaking out of Diarmuid's curse. I may have misjudged you. As for our chances in a real Holy Grail war? Pretty good, as long as nothing foolish is done."
Diarmuid. The name was familiar. She had read a few reports on the Fourth Grail War before arriving at the facility. Still, as long as she was careful she could avoid the effects of the curse, though repeated exposure might become a problem. Amari sighed and closed her eyes, folding her hands together in front of her face.
"Look, I'm hungry and tired, and we need to talk in private so I know what you can do. We'll stop by the cafeteria then head to my room to talk."
She turned on her heel then, deliberately turning away from the Lancer she had just avoided falling for, and walked toward the exit of the room.
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