This sensation... He had picked up the feeling of multiple servants within the borders of Koi City, but none quite as worrying as this one. Although he could consider the servants of Chaldea to be allies to a certain degree, there were still servants he would never be able to have anything but a strained relationship to -- those who fought in the first war, opposing him and Tatsumi.
“Rider...” Jekyll called out the other’s class almost in a mutter under his breath. Though he could not pinpoint the identity of any of the other servants residing within his city from their presence alone, this one was too imposing, too familiar a sensation to not immediately recognise. And his blood was boiling.
He still remembered it to this day, even though 26 years had already gone by since the first war unfolded in Tokyo. The fall of his master and the misfortune brought upon him. His own fit of rage, so consuming, clouding, destroying, he had to kill, had to kill the Reiroukan master, he could not fail Tatsumi like this. But those bastards had got in his way, the three Knights, so just, so determined, he would gladly tear them apart if he had to... and that arrogant expression, mocking him, patronising him. The pain of his flesh torn apart by the pharao’s noble phantasm, not even joining the fray himself as if the battle was not even worth his while. This time would be different, this time his claws would tear into the other, rip at him until every last cell of his form in this world had disappeared to whence it came---
Pain. Heavy pants emitted from his mouth, emerald green eyes managed to focus on his palm outstretched on the table before him and the trail of blood flowing from where the scalpel had been jabbed in. At first he was confused, but a voice, ragged and shaking, filled the room, originating from his own mouth. “Enough... At least think a little before you take over. With my presence concealment he won’t yet know of our location in this city, let alone the fact that we are even here. Are you simply going to ruin that because you can’t even control your beastly impulses? Shame on you, Hyde, what you have shed is simply your form. Do not even dare to call yourself human just because you have gained an apparel much closer to mine. You are and always will be an irredeemable monster.”
Although there was no one else in the room, the doctor voiced his spite towards his conversational partner very clearly. The wound he had caused himself to halt the oncoming force of the other’s emotions and hatred was already starting to close up again -- although Jekyll couldn’t claim to pride himself with nearly a fragment of Hyde’s prowess, the Restructuring enabled by his noble phantasm was still in effect and simply enhanced manifold as was every other of his skills and parametres upon releasing the beast within. He had managed to restrain the other for now, but the full force of Hyde’s anger was still shaking his body, and Jekyll grasped a hand around his own arm to calm down his nervous system, focusing on his breathing.
Jekyll, a spiteful call of his name resounded within his mind. If I didn’t need you, I would have already killed you long ago. You can’t run from me forever. You made me. You need me. I am you as much as you are, and you will come crawling soon and depend on me. Your soul is already too corrupted to reject me. I will have this body and mind again.
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