Illya’s face twisted into a deep scowl; her hands curled into fists at her sides. The burning in her magic circuits was at least keeping her from fully comprehending the cold–for it was always cold in the mountains, without fail, even on those days that she and Kiritsugu had had their walnut-hunting competitions–so she could snap back without fear of too much chattering teeth.
“–Alright, let’s get one thing straight here, Lancer,” she said, opting to emphasize his Servant class since he seemed so insistent on calling her a ‘human’, which was incorrect but who cared about that anymore–“I have read so many legends and myths that I can hardly remember most of them! You think I’m going to remember anything specific when the Heroic Spirits aren’t even necessarily portrayed the same way their legends have depicted them?! You think I’m possibly going to know who you are, when it’s already hard enough to remember even half of the legends I’ve had to read?!”
Never mind that this wasn’t even the right Servant that her catalyst was supposed to summon, so the white-haired homunculus really had no way of determining who Lancer was unless he actually stated it himself. The dream cycle could tell her, but that would take time, time for her to process the information and properly comprehend the correct answer. He clearly expected her to come up with an answer now, and that, well. That wasn’t happening.
At least he bothered to introduce himself, although… She blinked, staring blankly and feeling several snowflakes settling onto her head and melting into even colder water. She was sure his titles were supposed to actually mean something, but really, she was starting to feel too cold to care about dredging up old memories of hunting through old books until her eyes couldn’t see straight anymore, just to remember where his name might’ve been mentioned. “Good for you,” was the best thing her mind could come up with, though it was true that part of her didn’t really care either way.
“And my name–is Illyasviel von Einzbern, your Master–in this war,” she stated, clearly enough despite the fact that the pain in her magic circuits, the price to be binding Lancer to her so early, was rapidly dimming in comparison to the creeping cold. She was trying to be at least vaguely intimidating here, so she was hoping that her shivering wasn’t terribly obvious. “So tell me–Lancer–w-why you should be here–and not the Servant the catalyst–was p-prepared for?”
really? after that grand introduction all that she could say was good for you? majority of the time people would immediately know who he was as long as he provided his name. but this girl? oh, she was far different from the rest. and there it was. she just hasn’t heard any of the many stories about the legends of the monkey king. well there’s nothing he could really do about it. though now that she’s exchanged her name with him, he might as well call her that. knowing how she seemed to dislike being called human, he might as well call her by her first name for her own sake. the monkey king can be mean but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s that mean.
“ Alright, first of all Illyasviel, ”
wow that surely rolled off his tongue quite easily. but that stuff aside.
“ Let me tell you two things before I answer that question of yours: One, I do not see you as a master for now. You’ll have to prove yourself to me. Secondly, you seem to be freezing. ”
it was quite obvious now that she had been stuttering. the weather here was quite cold, the monkey king wasn’t quite bothered with it. though he can’t say the same for his master. he’d gladly enlighten her to why he had become her servant rather than the mindless beast she had wanted. but he doesn’t really like the thought of having to explain something while the person he’s explaining to is busy thinking about making themselves warm.
“ I can tell you about that but first we need to get you some place warm. ”
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