PC WITH PRIMROSE

[commedia]

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[commedia]

We are like...well, imagine a board game. We are the figurines that the players send out on the board to use as they will.

[femmefinale]

... Ah. So you move at another's command, more or less.

[ Okay, that makes sense. ]

[commedia]

Exactly. We do not exactly have a will of our own. We follow what our orders are, and do what we can to make our Master succeed.

[femmefinale]

... Is there no benefit for you, then?

[ This seems very one-sided. ]

[commedia]

Well, in general, in a Grail War, a Servant and a Master, upon winning, have a chance to have their greatest wish granted. So Servants who are usually reluctant to work with others will work for their wishes.

In this case, however...my wish is to be the best Servant for my Master. The role in and of itself matters the most to me.

[femmefinale]

[ Well. It takes all kinds, she supposes. ]

You do seem the sort who could manage such devotion and dedication.

[commedia]

Ahaha, do I? You flatter me, truly.

[They splay a hand on their chest, obviously touched.]