It was a highly irregular war. . . . To say the least.
[Really, where does one even start with the Fifth war? It's a conversation to be had over drinks, not in the middle of the mountains, or at least maybe over drinks in the middle of the mountains not upon first meeting.
Speaking of which, they haven't introduced themselves yet, and Medusa hesitates over it now. Using her True Name would be a show of good faith when she has no plans on fighting this Servant; on the other hand, she's not sure yet that she wants her True Name out there casually in this place. It's a well-known name, and she was no hero in life.
She can't decide. For the moment, she just goes with:]
I am Rider.
My own Master doesn't seem to have accompanied me. I've been wondering how this place is able to sustain me without her.
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[Really, where does one even start with the Fifth war? It's a conversation to be had over drinks, not in the middle of the mountains, or at least maybe over drinks in the middle of the mountains not upon first meeting.
Speaking of which, they haven't introduced themselves yet, and Medusa hesitates over it now. Using her True Name would be a show of good faith when she has no plans on fighting this Servant; on the other hand, she's not sure yet that she wants her True Name out there casually in this place. It's a well-known name, and she was no hero in life.
She can't decide. For the moment, she just goes with:]
I am Rider.
My own Master doesn't seem to have accompanied me. I've been wondering how this place is able to sustain me without her.