[ Her hand is always so warm — or maybe it's their hands that are always cold, on account of the strange substance running through their veins. Either way, her touch is always a comfort, and one they're able to respond to more readily, nowadays. Slowly, they open up their palm so that they can clutch at her hand gently, their grip light and tentative. There's a nod, to all she's said - agreeing to letting her worry about them - before they muster up the courage to speak again. ]
It's not because I think you're weak...
[ They'd known from the beginning that Emiri had magical talent — they don't doubt at all that she is, ahem, "p tough." But, this is what they're good at, right? It's what they were made for. Being strong and able to withstand the force of any opponent. At least with her, they can use their power for something good, something they believe in. ]
[... Oh nooooo. Oh no!! That's so sweet! She beams, and as they open their palm for her, she just threads her fingers through theirs to hold their hand all the more warmly.]
That's how I feel too. We're friends! Besties, even!
[She has Decided This.]
You've done so much for me even in such a short time, and like... I'm so, so glad all of this time has been spent with you!
[She wouldn't want to be partners with any of the other Servants--this is what feels right, and this is what's made her so happy, despite everything that's happened in this war.]
[ It's strange — for the first time in a long while, they don't feel so afraid. Right now, the only thing that even remotely matters is the girl in front of them. Their friend. Someone who's happy to be around them, someone who's thought of them and considered them and worried for them. They're happy — more than they'd really be able to explain, after everything. But nonetheless, they smile, less shy and clumsy than before, humming their agreement and nodding along with her words.
They wouldn't want anyone else as their partner, either. ]
Um, earlier, when we were with Rider... it made me think of something. About the time we have left.
[ It's only a matter of time before the war ends, regardless of who the victor is, given their collusion with their allies. And though the words themselves may be ominous, their expression remains uncharacteristically lighter, managing to make eye contact for just a bit longer than normal. ]
[She blinks a little at that, tilting her head to one side. That's... a topic she doesn't like thinking about, even though she knows they're right. Their time together is fleeting. Even if they win every battle they still have to face...
In the end, they can't stay together.
And that's just the way it is.
Emiri isn't a stranger to the fact that sometimes that's how life pans out despite her young age; it isn't anything she's going to fight or rail against. But it does mean her lips pull down into a frown, her shoulders slumping a bit. Still... Berserker must be thinking about something important to bring it up. For once, their expressions are reversed--Berserker's is lighter than normal, even as Emiri can't help but frown.]
[ It's difficult for them, too — the prospect that they'll never see her again. Though, that had been a guarantee in 99% of the outcomes here. Only the survivor would have even a chance at staying on contact... so they tried to not let themself get too attached to the idea. How would they even be able to see each other or talk to each other again? It's probably something only a wish could grant.
But they're not a stranger to not getting their way. Actually, that's pretty much the natural order of things, to them. It's sad, of course, seeing how she wilts, and they wilt a little too, biting the inside of their lip. It takes a second, and they look... well, slightly embarrassed, once they're able to utter the words. ]
...It's Crona. My name...
[ Why tell her now? Before, they'd thought telling her would probably only make her sad, were they to lose in the early stages of the competition. But, now... selfishly, they want to be remembered by her than something other than Berserker, or even the beloved nickname she'd bestowed upon them on the first day. If their days are numbered together no matter what, at least they can feel comforted that she'll live on, knowing who they were. ]
I wanted you to know it. Before, um... the war ends.
She wasn't expecting that at all, and it's clear from the look on her face. She's been curious a few times, of course, but telling people their name was something a Servant might never do, and she could at least understand why.
But this... this is a form of Crona's trust, isn't it?
This is their affection and belief in her in one simple but ever-so-meaningful gesture, and Emiri lights back up like the sun as it sinks in.]
Crona... that's such a nice name!
[And honestly, Emiri nicknames every single person she meets, and it slips out immediately:]
Crororin--
[... But then she shakes her head, expression soft.]
Mm, nah. Crona is perfect. Thank you for telling me... I'm super duper happy right now.
And... I really like your name!
[And she really likes being able to finally use it with them.]
by god i'm going to use this icon once in this game
[ Oh. They didn't think it would be such a change, being called by their real name. But, it almost feels like talking with her for the first time. During this entire war, keeping the title Berserker, or even Beroppi, allowed them to keep a bit of distance between the person they were at home and the person they are here. In a way, it was like putting on a mask. It feels... really nice, to be their true self with her.
The smile that breaks out on their face is warmer and brighter for it — unbidden by the tension that their features are typically wrought by. That they trust her completely is clear — they'd never relax this way around anyone else. ]
Um, I'm... happy, too.
[ And they mean that! Even if the delivery is a little shaky. They're still not very accustomed to talking about their own feelings, awkward as a newborn foal at it. But in this moment, they want to convey their heart to her. ]
[Wishes aside, war aside... it was worth it to come here just for this. Just to meet Crona, just to know they can relax like this around her, just to know that they can smile like this.
She beams at them in response, and they can be certain that their feelings, their heart--it came across to her loud and clear.
She reaches to squeeze their hands again, grinning.]
Aw, look! You've got such a nice smile, Crona! It's, like, lighting up this whole room to the max!
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It's not because I think you're weak...
[ They'd known from the beginning that Emiri had magical talent — they don't doubt at all that she is, ahem, "p tough." But, this is what they're good at, right? It's what they were made for. Being strong and able to withstand the force of any opponent. At least with her, they can use their power for something good, something they believe in. ]
It's because you're... my... f... fr...
[ FRIEND, THEY'RE TRYING ]
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That's how I feel too. We're friends! Besties, even!
[She has Decided This.]
You've done so much for me even in such a short time, and like... I'm so, so glad all of this time has been spent with you!
[She wouldn't want to be partners with any of the other Servants--this is what feels right, and this is what's made her so happy, despite everything that's happened in this war.]
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They wouldn't want anyone else as their partner, either. ]
Um, earlier, when we were with Rider... it made me think of something. About the time we have left.
[ It's only a matter of time before the war ends, regardless of who the victor is, given their collusion with their allies. And though the words themselves may be ominous, their expression remains uncharacteristically lighter, managing to make eye contact for just a bit longer than normal. ]
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In the end, they can't stay together.
And that's just the way it is.
Emiri isn't a stranger to the fact that sometimes that's how life pans out despite her young age; it isn't anything she's going to fight or rail against. But it does mean her lips pull down into a frown, her shoulders slumping a bit. Still... Berserker must be thinking about something important to bring it up. For once, their expressions are reversed--Berserker's is lighter than normal, even as Emiri can't help but frown.]
Mm...? Like, what's on your mind?
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But they're not a stranger to not getting their way. Actually, that's pretty much the natural order of things, to them. It's sad, of course, seeing how she wilts, and they wilt a little too, biting the inside of their lip. It takes a second, and they look... well, slightly embarrassed, once they're able to utter the words. ]
...It's Crona. My name...
[ Why tell her now? Before, they'd thought telling her would probably only make her sad, were they to lose in the early stages of the competition. But, now... selfishly, they want to be remembered by her than something other than Berserker, or even the beloved nickname she'd bestowed upon them on the first day. If their days are numbered together no matter what, at least they can feel comforted that she'll live on, knowing who they were. ]
I wanted you to know it. Before, um... the war ends.
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She wasn't expecting that at all, and it's clear from the look on her face. She's been curious a few times, of course, but telling people their name was something a Servant might never do, and she could at least understand why.
But this... this is a form of Crona's trust, isn't it?
This is their affection and belief in her in one simple but ever-so-meaningful gesture, and Emiri lights back up like the sun as it sinks in.]
Crona... that's such a nice name!
[And honestly, Emiri nicknames every single person she meets, and it slips out immediately:]
Crororin--
[... But then she shakes her head, expression soft.]
Mm, nah. Crona is perfect. Thank you for telling me... I'm super duper happy right now.
And... I really like your name!
[And she really likes being able to finally use it with them.]
by god i'm going to use this icon once in this game
The smile that breaks out on their face is warmer and brighter for it — unbidden by the tension that their features are typically wrought by. That they trust her completely is clear — they'd never relax this way around anyone else. ]
Um, I'm... happy, too.
[ And they mean that! Even if the delivery is a little shaky. They're still not very accustomed to talking about their own feelings, awkward as a newborn foal at it. But in this moment, they want to convey their heart to her. ]
THEIR PERFECT SMILE
She beams at them in response, and they can be certain that their feelings, their heart--it came across to her loud and clear.
She reaches to squeeze their hands again, grinning.]
Aw, look! You've got such a nice smile, Crona! It's, like, lighting up this whole room to the max!