[if her back weren't forcibly turned to him due to all the pukage, she would most certainly question what the heck that look is for??? more to the point, she should be the one giving him that strange look!! after all, the Archer she new disappeared long ago...
of course it isn't necessarily outside of the realm of possibility that whatever force pulled them all here could reach into the Throne of Heros to bring him here as well. if her own existence here is any indication of 'their' power to summon Servants into this world.]
Even in my current state, I am not so frail as that comment would dare to imply, Archer.
[she frowns, spitting into the toilet bowl and grabbing a handful of toilet paper to wipe her mouth before tossing that in as well and reaching to pull the handle and flush that hot mess down the drain. she sighs, slumping to the side and leaning against the cold metal stall.]
Hahhh.... I agree this is quite a pathetic display on my part, however.... [she inclines her head back to him, eyes watery and face flushed from the exertion.] I do not appreciate you pointing it out in such a snide manner.
[pullin' on whatever heartstrings Archer has left, tbh.]
[wait, what else did he just say? she seems better off like this?? BETTER??? HE THINKS PUKING IN THE MENS ROOM STALL IS SOMEHOW BENEFICIAL FOR HER????????
no-- stop talking, it's only getting weirder! what in gods name is he talking about? she turns back to flash a stern glare in his direction. his words aren't making any sense and they're only making this horrible headache she's got even worse.]
What nonsense are you speaking? I have never been anyone other than myself.
I can assure you I have no knowledge of such a bizarre occurrence.
[honestly!! she'd ask him if he had a bad dream but-- servants don't dream.
then again they are human again, or so it would seem.]
Furthermore, Archer, I am... surprised to see you here.
[her expression softens a bit, she didn't think she'd ever have the chance to see him again. there is much she wants to say and yet... she can't seem to find the words for any of it. which is probably just as well, having a heart to heart in the men's room after hurling her brains out isn't exactly the ideal setting for having a kodak moment.]
[her face mirrors his slight confusion, eyes narrowing as her nose begins to wrinkle.]
These events you're referring to, are they affairs that have taken place during your role as Counter Guardian? Following the fifth Holy Grail War?
[seeing as how she has no clue what he's referring to when he mentions the shadow or something as memorable as him losing an arm. more over- why would he expect her to have any knowledge of that?]
Why is it you speak as though you expect me to give recognition of an incident I was not present for?
[ The cool expression threatens to slide off his face. ]
You know what I am.
[ He feels half as sick as she was, for a second, as another thought occurs to him: if she knows what he is, then what if she knows the who of it as well? ]
Do you not recall the events of the fifth war leading up to your demise?
[maybe she shouldn't word things so bluntly, if he has not, in fact, reached his demise? but she hasn't really considered the possibility of alternate realities quite yet either. though, she's getting there.]
[ Your demise? Did he succeed in his plan, in the reality she speaks of? No, that's impossible--it was never truly meant to succeed, and besides, if he really managed to wipe out Shirou Emiya's existence, he'd hoped it would reverberate across realities and erase him entirely. Not only affect one timeline.
He blinks once and dismisses that line of thinking to voice his suspicions: ]
It's as I thought; the Second Magic is at work here.
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of course it isn't necessarily outside of the realm of possibility that whatever force pulled them all here could reach into the Throne of Heros to bring him here as well. if her own existence here is any indication of 'their' power to summon Servants into this world.]
Even in my current state, I am not so frail as that comment would dare to imply, Archer.
[she frowns, spitting into the toilet bowl and grabbing a handful of toilet paper to wipe her mouth before tossing that in as well and reaching to pull the handle and flush that hot mess down the drain. she sighs, slumping to the side and leaning against the cold metal stall.]
Hahhh.... I agree this is quite a pathetic display on my part, however.... [she inclines her head back to him, eyes watery and face flushed from the exertion.] I do not appreciate you pointing it out in such a snide manner.
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[ He stares hard at her, at her very human face. ]
Actually, I'm not sure why any of us are here to start with. You, at least, seem better for the journey.
You may be weak and human, but you are nevertheless yourself again.
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I never said you were.
[wait, what else did he just say? she seems better off like this?? BETTER??? HE THINKS PUKING IN THE MENS ROOM STALL IS SOMEHOW BENEFICIAL FOR HER????????
no-- stop talking, it's only getting weirder! what in gods name is he talking about? she turns back to flash a stern glare in his direction. his words aren't making any sense and they're only making this horrible headache she's got even worse.]
What nonsense are you speaking? I have never been anyone other than myself.
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Saber?
Don't tell me you blocked it out of your memory...being lost to that darkness, and spat back out twisted and tainted.
It isn't something I would forget. That blackened sword...
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[honestly!! she'd ask him if he had a bad dream but-- servants don't dream.
then again they are human again, or so it would seem.]
Furthermore, Archer, I am... surprised to see you here.
[her expression softens a bit, she didn't think she'd ever have the chance to see him again. there is much she wants to say and yet... she can't seem to find the words for any of it. which is probably just as well, having a heart to heart in the men's room after hurling her brains out isn't exactly the ideal setting for having a kodak moment.]
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Saber...?
[ Quickly, he attempts to shake it off. ]
Well, naturally you are--I'd just received mortal injury from the shadow, after all, and given up my arm to boot. But here I am, whole and human.
[ But there's a curious testing quality to his words--he's no longer certain any of that happened in her memories. ]
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[her face mirrors his slight confusion, eyes narrowing as her nose begins to wrinkle.]
These events you're referring to, are they affairs that have taken place during your role as Counter Guardian? Following the fifth Holy Grail War?
[seeing as how she has no clue what he's referring to when he mentions the shadow or something as memorable as him losing an arm. more over- why would he expect her to have any knowledge of that?]
Why is it you speak as though you expect me to give recognition of an incident I was not present for?
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You know what I am.
[ He feels half as sick as she was, for a second, as another thought occurs to him: if she knows what he is, then what if she knows the who of it as well? ]
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[more confusion. on both ends.]
Do you not recall the events of the fifth war leading up to your demise?
[maybe she shouldn't word things so bluntly, if he has not, in fact, reached his demise? but she hasn't really considered the possibility of alternate realities quite yet either. though, she's getting there.]
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He blinks once and dismisses that line of thinking to voice his suspicions: ]
It's as I thought; the Second Magic is at work here.