[The little Servant looks down, twining her fingers together and picking at her nails.

Know her? Grainne practically raised her. She had made a promise and perhaps it wasn't the best life in London, but it surely was better than the alternative.

Grainne shot into the dark in the hopes that perhaps it was some other 'she' that had come up associated with the Matou family since the Fourth War.

It makes her heart ache that isn't the case, but at least there were good people around her, if she's guessing right.]

We crossed paths.

[It's been years since Grainne encountered other Servants. Years since she really discussed any of this, the War, Sakura, and it had been eclipsed by her own demons when she did. There was a silence about it between her and her former Master now aside from how they might stop the Wars altogether; the distance of time and memory. Rider seems much more fresh out of the War.

Grainne decides she doesn't much like discussing what happened, even now with another Servant. Loki had tried to help, and she blames herself nothing came of it. Starhue Valley is supposed to be her moving on. Ironic it would be the place she encounters the past.]

Forgive me, Rider; these things are not comfortable memories for me.