He allowed the inspection, no matter how uncomfortable it was to have her so near. With no proofs of a trick under his sleeves he was sure she was going to start trusting him finally, but she’s tried to search for further explanations once again.
“It’s a Command Spell.” Calling things by the name he spoke. “Only a few humans have them. With this, you can contact any being who’s made an important change in the History of Humanity to participate in a Holy Grail War. Beings like you and me are wandering near and far right now, waiting for us or others to meet them in a battle, and only one of them can win. Victory granted, we have a wish to make. There are special cases a Servant is Summoned outside the Holy Grail Wars, but I don’t know where could fit a Master without knowledge about herself and her own skills. I also wonder if the color of your Command Spell has something to do with it. Generally they’re red but yours is blue.”
Archer knew that this only wasn’t going to convince her so he separated a bit and closed his eyes, concentrating his energy into the palm of his hand. The sky went dark and starry and the ground bloomed with lotus flowers. A blue orb appeared over his palm as he held a bow in the other hand.
“You wanted less words, didn’t you Master? We must start by the basics but since you’ve refused your origins I think it’s fair I start by what can be my Noble Phantasm first. I will explain you later. Now I want you to answer me two things. Are you still skeptical about me? And most important, are you worthy becoming my Master?”
Rose relied in the roots of logic & science to explain things out, but if she wanted to understand him fully, she had to shut her mind up & listen his explanations. Regardless of the arduous efforts she’s made to comprehend his vision of the world, the possibility of entities belonging to a ( possible ) past entering into a competence just for ’a wish’s sake’ escaped from all she interpreted as logical sense.
Moreover, his persistence in the azure lines over the back of her hand has called her attention. In her eyes, such traces signified a mistake whose origins she has buried in the void without volition. By the manner he handled his arguments, he seemed to know about it even more than her. Though, what would come afterwards has blown her mind. It resembled a psychedelic vision of a distorted dream, composed by an unique landscape she could only witness during dreams. Perhaps she was just having a lucid one again, who knows—
Her skepticism remained until its last moments, even when it seemed it was starting to fade. For her, everything relied over fine threads of logical explanations, no matter how romanticized it could sound like.
——❝Let me try to build the puzzle according to the piece you have given me.❞ The slight shiver on her tone indicated certain intimidation towards this creature, yet she didn’t allow it to belittle her spirit. ——❝When you came to me you said that if I rejected your services, you were going to take your life. Now you tell me that this tattoo of mine isn’t one of the silly things one tends to do at times but a bridge between the past and present… if this is a dream, it’s such a crazy one. But-– a part of me feels this is not a dream at all. Seeing that you urge an answer, maybe I have no other choice than accepting you as my… servant. Just let’s try not use terms like master and such. Why not friends instead ? I feel weird about this and I still need to process what this whole thing means at all. ❞