[ How would it be to not remember anything? Today your new life starts and you follow. Caster sometimes wonder, how would he react. And he knows he has no answer for that. He believes he would take it in stride at first, but later- later he could start to wonder.
But the duty to his god or goddess would be the most important and- shit. They're all kind of similar in that, aren't they? ]
I wish I had answers, I've only got thoughts if you don't mind me sharing them. [ He looks at the hand playing with his hair. It's a strong hand of a warrior, but also a warm hand of someone who cares about the home he holds dear. ] Archer- you will always be yourself. No more, no less.
[ Oh he wishes he had a way with words fitting for a real god. ]
But being yourself is not something static. We change through our lives, through circumstances. There are parts of us that, I believe, stay the same no matter what. [ Certain strengths, certain weaknesses, what defines the person ] But everything around that gets tampered, is a subject to change.
[Archer stills when Caster starts speaking. His- god, partner, friend - always helps him to see things in the right perspective. For all the differences and similarities, they are in perfect balance; at least he thinks so. Whenever he feels himself lost Caster shows him a way, sometimes by a complete accident. From the very beginning, aside the initial wariness, Caster has been striving to fulfill the role he's never been meant for. If not for him-
Archer would never stop to think himself merely a weapon.]
Yet the core stays the same. [he says slowly, his gaze never wandering from the blue strand of hair in his fingers. Such vivid color makes him think of the sky, wild and free.] A blade still stays a blade, even without rememberance what kind of shape it does retain.
[How lost would he be if not got the man that he's bound to. With their knowledge dormant and memories gone, shinki are malleable to whatever their god wants them to become. No matter if their personality - their core - is intact, they have nothing to rely on, save barest instincts and the god they belong to. Knowing the right from wrong doesn't make them understand why their choices are what they are.]
That's... one way to put it. [ Double fitting even so, with Servants being a weapon, but also shinki serving as weapons. It's hard to say which is a kinder fate. There is probably a bigger chance of getting a jerk Master than a jerk God, but with Masters, Servants are bound only for the Grail War. These don't last long. Gods and shinki are bound for much longer... ]
You know you're not just a weapon to me, right? [ While he has no problem if his Master were to see him this way, being in that role and doing the same... isn't something that comes to him easily. He treats his shinki more as comrades- friends. ]
[Instead of replying Archer raises the strand of hair to his lips. He's not sure how to convey all the feelings that threaten to overwhelm him. There's no denying how deep those feelings run.]
I know. From the beginning you treat me like a companion. I wouldn't feel like human if not for you.
[Archer's steel grey eyes are surprisingly soft and warm, with tenderness he tends to hide.]
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But the duty to his god or goddess would be the most important and- shit. They're all kind of similar in that, aren't they? ]
I wish I had answers, I've only got thoughts if you don't mind me sharing them. [ He looks at the hand playing with his hair. It's a strong hand of a warrior, but also a warm hand of someone who cares about the home he holds dear. ] Archer- you will always be yourself. No more, no less.
[ Oh he wishes he had a way with words fitting for a real god. ]
But being yourself is not something static. We change through our lives, through circumstances. There are parts of us that, I believe, stay the same no matter what. [ Certain strengths, certain weaknesses, what defines the person ] But everything around that gets tampered, is a subject to change.
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Archer would never stop to think himself merely a weapon.]
Yet the core stays the same. [he says slowly, his gaze never wandering from the blue strand of hair in his fingers. Such vivid color makes him think of the sky, wild and free.] A blade still stays a blade, even without rememberance what kind of shape it does retain.
[How lost would he be if not got the man that he's bound to. With their knowledge dormant and memories gone, shinki are malleable to whatever their god wants them to become. No matter if their personality - their core - is intact, they have nothing to rely on, save barest instincts and the god they belong to. Knowing the right from wrong doesn't make them understand why their choices are what they are.]
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You know you're not just a weapon to me, right? [ While he has no problem if his Master were to see him this way, being in that role and doing the same... isn't something that comes to him easily. He treats his shinki more as comrades- friends. ]
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I know. From the beginning you treat me like a companion. I wouldn't feel like human if not for you.
[Archer's steel grey eyes are surprisingly soft and warm, with tenderness he tends to hide.]