In a way, yes. I'm an Executor, when I'm not an Overseer. I eliminate those who pose a threat to humanity at large. This body is a blessing that helps me achieve that.
[He steps forward to pull out a mug from a nearby cabinet.]
[He is the way he is, and he's happy with the way he is. He takes joy in life, and offers whatever it gives him, even if it comes with terrible things. Its just how it is.]
[He smirks at the remark on his strength, though.]
Would you believe that its not that much different from the strength I had as a child? I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging, but...really, the reason I'm in the position I'm in today was just because of that. I gave my martial arts instructor at the time a practical heart attack with the things I did before I got swept up into the church.
[He's a ye olde where everyone has like twenty accomplishments to their name at worst, and that's before people start treating you like a hero or deity.]
Interesting... to think you could hold that much strength in your body at a young age. Was it simply a gift of chance?
Honestly, a lot of memories are fuzzy, but...she was very kind, and very strong, and did what she could for her family.
[He's selecting his tea as he speaks - his tone, tinged with a sort of bittersweet feeling, but its not overpowering.]
She was the one who allowed me to survive when she took down the vampire that destroyed my clan. Without her, that monster would've hunted me and many others down. She was that kind of lady, to put her own life in harms way for the sake of others.
His lips draw thin at the mention of a vampire, and all that it entails. But in the end he simply nods along. Another pause, and he stops standing by the kitchen doorway, looking for a place to seat himself.]
[He selects a chamomile tea and pours in the hot water, before moving to find a seat at the counter.]
Remembering her and her fate is sad, of course, but...I don't choose to focus on that. She would want me to keep moving forward and keep her memory close to my heart.
I'd consider her a brilliant woman for that insight alone.
[It takes strength to encourage the newer generations to move on with your memory instead of grieving over your loss, and there's a bit of reminiscing on Chiron's end before he--
goes stiff, for a moment.
... And then lowers his shoulders a moment later, staring into space]
[A Master is important to a Servant. More important than anything in this world, he knows that even if he isn't one. Hansa frowns...what does this mean? To simply just...forget, just like that?]
[He relaxes a bit, a smile playing on his face. It's not that he is incapable of feeling sadness, but already the burden is being processed, accepted, placed away... He should have shared that memory with more people than he did.
A lesson for the future]
I have a doll of them -- or so I assume it's her. So even if I cannot remember, it is not as if whatever connection we had has completely vanished.
[Obviously; they would not be having this conversation otherwise, but...]
Masters understandably use their Servants as weapons to further their needs. It'd be foolish to expect anything else of the one who summoned me.
[But so it's said that mages tend to summon likeminded Servants to their cause, and while Chiron knows himself to be pragmatic and calculated, that is not what the myths relayed. He was ever the wise, gentle teacher of heroes.
He has trouble imagining a reality where he would have allowed himself to be summoned by anyone undeserving of his teachings. ]
[There's something about how Chiron talks about that Master that makes him think its not so simple to think it was simple partnership of a mage using a Servant like a chess piece. The memory might be gone, but the feeling...]
I guess we might never know, until you remember. The track record for mages is poor. There are some who aren't quite as cruelly pragmatic, though.
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[He steps forward to pull out a mug from a nearby cabinet.]
I really wouldn't have it any other way.
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[That is fair. Chiron sees every person as a journey into their best selves, and all the better to hear that Hansa has found that for himself]
Though that certainly answers the mystery of some of your strength.
[Only some of it. The rest comes from diligence and hard training]
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[He is the way he is, and he's happy with the way he is. He takes joy in life, and offers whatever it gives him, even if it comes with terrible things. Its just how it is.]
[He smirks at the remark on his strength, though.]
Would you believe that its not that much different from the strength I had as a child? I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging, but...really, the reason I'm in the position I'm in today was just because of that. I gave my martial arts instructor at the time a practical heart attack with the things I did before I got swept up into the church.
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[He's a ye olde where everyone has like twenty accomplishments to their name at worst, and that's before people start treating you like a hero or deity.]
Interesting... to think you could hold that much strength in your body at a young age. Was it simply a gift of chance?
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[As he turns to set the mug on the table, there's a brief, sad sort of smile on his face - his voice is softer.]
Honestly, I like to think it was from my mother. She was quite the woman.
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[Echoing after him, a gentle encouragement to continue talking if he'd like]
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[He's selecting his tea as he speaks - his tone, tinged with a sort of bittersweet feeling, but its not overpowering.]
She was the one who allowed me to survive when she took down the vampire that destroyed my clan. Without her, that monster would've hunted me and many others down. She was that kind of lady, to put her own life in harms way for the sake of others.
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His lips draw thin at the mention of a vampire, and all that it entails. But in the end he simply nods along. Another pause, and he stops standing by the kitchen doorway, looking for a place to seat himself.]
She died during the encounter?
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[He selects a chamomile tea and pours in the hot water, before moving to find a seat at the counter.]
Remembering her and her fate is sad, of course, but...I don't choose to focus on that. She would want me to keep moving forward and keep her memory close to my heart.
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[It takes strength to encourage the newer generations to move on with your memory instead of grieving over your loss, and there's a bit of reminiscing on Chiron's end before he--
goes stiff, for a moment.
... And then lowers his shoulders a moment later, staring into space]
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[........?]
[He blinks over at Chiron, eyebrows furrowed.]
Are you okay, Archer?
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[He's sitting by now, at a broad enough height that he can reach the counter, and sets his tea to the side. He doesn't want it right now]
Forgive me. I did not mean to interrupt.
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Did you try and fail to remember something?
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Did I tell you the name of my Master?
[Another pause, and then he shakes his head]
No, I was careful and wouldn't reveal them to you.
[...]
I cannot remember their name, either.
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[And....oh no. That's bad.]
So you can't remember their name, but...what about anything about them? Can you remember that?
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[A simple answer for a simple question. his expression remains mild]
They had a brother, I believe, as I can remember him... rather young and stubborn. I think I asked him something about my Master, out of concern...?
[Huh.]
But the details are gone.
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...I'm sorry to hear that, Chiron.
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[He relaxes a bit, a smile playing on his face. It's not that he is incapable of feeling sadness, but already the burden is being processed, accepted, placed away... He should have shared that memory with more people than he did.
A lesson for the future]
I have a doll of them -- or so I assume it's her. So even if I cannot remember, it is not as if whatever connection we had has completely vanished.
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Oh?
[That's right. The dolls.]
...May I see it?
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Chiron will reach behind him and pull at one of his makeshift baskets, revealing a doll of this young lady. And yes, the wheelchair is included.]
I don't suppose you recognize her.
[He's joking, really. That would be too much to hope for]
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[His Master...]
I guess you had a young lady as your Master. I wonder what she was like?
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[Obviously; they would not be having this conversation otherwise, but...]
Masters understandably use their Servants as weapons to further their needs. It'd be foolish to expect anything else of the one who summoned me.
[But so it's said that mages tend to summon likeminded Servants to their cause, and while Chiron knows himself to be pragmatic and calculated, that is not what the myths relayed. He was ever the wise, gentle teacher of heroes.
He has trouble imagining a reality where he would have allowed himself to be summoned by anyone undeserving of his teachings. ]
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[There's something about how Chiron talks about that Master that makes him think its not so simple to think it was simple partnership of a mage using a Servant like a chess piece. The memory might be gone, but the feeling...]
I guess we might never know, until you remember. The track record for mages is poor. There are some who aren't quite as cruelly pragmatic, though.
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[Fiddling with the doll a few moments longer, and then gently placing her away. That he works with such care is probably an answer all its own.]
Well, since we'll be losing memories at a constant pace, shall we swap? I'd rather not make the same mistake twice.
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[He'll reach into his own pocket and pull out his own doll. It's a weird little old man in a priest cassock.]
Meet my mentor. This is Father Cervantes. I guess, even here, I can't escape him, haha.
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