tvk | ⚔ 006; [video/action]

Entry tags:

lancer (diarmuid ua duibhne)

⚔ 006; [video/action]

[phone; morning; locked to Sola-Ui on Saber's phone]

Saber? [He wasn't worried, strictly speaking. Of course Saber could take care of herself, occasional mishap aside. But it was strange that she hadn't returned last night. And the fact that he hadn't heard from her...he almost might have called that 'suspicious'.]

I haven't spoken to you recently, are you alright?

[Surely she was just with Shirou. Right?]

[Intuition rarely failed a knight. And Lancer's was telling him something was not right at all.]

[action; early evening]

[Lancer didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything. The former Servant in glasses sat on a park bench staring blankly at exactly nothing.]

[It was all his fault. Saber had died--by a hand not his own--and it was all his fault.]

[He didn't know what hurt more. The fact that again one of that pair had ruined everything and stolen his chance for a fight with her, or the fact that this would not have happened if he'd kept his mouth shut and just gone along with Sola's obsession. She would have been unhurt, Saber would have been alive, and Lancer...]

[Lancer would have been as miserable now as he was in Fuyuki. A small price to pay.]

[Today he likely looked nothing like the amicable, smiling and cheerful indivudual he so often was--there was a touch of ice in gold eyes, a strange sense of detachment in the way he held himself and stared at nothing. He had to stay that way. Lancer...didn't want to be angry. He didn't want to fly into the screaming anger of that vengeful spirit that had died in the Fourth War.]

[More than anything he didn't want it to keep hurting.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

...Lancer?

[That was not the sight of someone in a good state. Of course Issei had to sit down next to him on that park bench.]

Lancer. Tell me what's wrong.

...nothing.

[It's my fault. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault and she will never forgive me.]

You're a terrible liar and you're going to tell me what's wrong.

I said it's nothing.

[The edge to his voice was strange and foreign, not to mention a little startling even to Lancer himself.

And I'm sure I said that you're going to tell me so I can stop worrying and start being comforting.

[You cannot stop Issei from worrying over you. He is simply the best there is.]

I'm not talking about it. Just leave me alone.

[Before you get killed for some stupid reason too.]

No. You are going to tell me what's on your mind to make you act this way.

All that I am telling you as that I am not discussing this.

[With a stare that likely could have frozen a wildfire, Lancer stood up and started walking off.]

[Apparently Issei's blood runs hotter than a wildfire, because he was going to follow that Lancer and give him a hug.]

What's the point of hiding everything that's painful and keeping it to yourself...? [A little muffled against him.]

...?!

[Something was wrong with him. Any knight worth his blade would have seen a sudden thing like that as an attack and halted it. Lancer...was just caught completely off guard. He stumbled slightly before regaining his balance, almost rigidly still once he did.]

I can't afford to let anything affect me in such a way. I've...gone horribly wrong somewhere, and lost sight of what should be important to me.

[He'd been selfish, looking for some form of life people could call 'normal'. Normality was given up when he chose to be a knight--knights could only think of others before themselves. He should have gone along with Sola, in order to avoid hurting her. It was because of Lancer that Sola turned against Kayneth. It was because of Lancer that Sola was hurt enough to do this.]

[It was because of Lancer that Saber had died by another's hand.]

Please, just tell me about what's hurting you. Whatever you should or should not do or have done, you're in pain now, and I can't bear to see you like this if I can help it.

I didn't do anything, that's the problem!

[He pushed Issei away--at least careful not to hurt him--and kept walking.]

[God, was he ever the most useless knight to ever live.]

[...Yeah, you're going to get clung to again, Lancer.]

Let go of me.

No.

I have things I need to take care of. Either let go or I'll have to make you do so.

If they were more urgent than me comforting you then you wouldn't have been staring off into space for who knows how long. I'm not budging.

...

[Sorry, you're getting pushed off again. And, calmly (much too calmly):]

Saber's dead.

[The silence is almost palpable while Issei processes.]

H-how?

It doesn't matter. [And timey-wimey ball means he might or might not have found out. This is Schroedinger's Murder Method.]

She's dead all the same regardless.

Why-? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This shouldn't have happened, why...?

[Issei reacts with forming tears rather than berserker rage or icy calm.]

...

[A sigh.]

Come on. There's something I need to take care of back at the hotel.

['And I'd rather not be alone' went unsaid.]

Wherever you go, I'll follow.

[He wiped at his eyes.]

[Lancer kept walking in silence, the same strangely blank icy look to his eyes. But the more he thought about things, the more that started to burn away to a subtle spark of anger. Whether directed at Sola or himself, there was a faint trace of that utter rage on a usually composed expression.]

...Talk to me. Please. I don't want to see you hurting like this.

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]