Taylor is just about the only person aside from Aife who has a good grasp on how Jalter works and how to corral her. Ritsuka takes the initiative to summon her in Okeanos, but in actual personal interactions they've gotten on just fine. And they've had precisely one interaction with Elizabeth, where she was an enemy, whom Taylor elected to spare. how she would get on with her is unknown because the idea of them working together has never come up.
Taylor would have troubles doing this mission on her own, sure, and she'd have issues working with some heroes, yes, but these two don't stick out that much. Hell, given her background these types of Servants Taylor is actually pretty likely to get on with okay. if the story so far is any indication it's the more honorable sorts like Bradamante Taylor would struggle with
Like I said, I haven't committed to the opinion yet. Her experience of a Cape puts her leagues above some of the Crypters. And the interaction with Elizabeth I'm referring to the sidestory Here. However, the true bellwether for the success of her solo run would be in three places. One, the prison which Ritsuka took in her place. Awesome as she is, her karma would no doubt make it much more dangerous and personal. The second is in Camelot. Holmes little trip into Atlas raises some concerns about Romani and it's likely that Taylor would confront him about it rather than trust him and let it slide. Inadvertently revealing to the Clairvoyant Solomon about Romani's surprise. And the last would be Gilgamesh. Throw the woman who has issue with authority figures and have her clash with the man who places himself in the highest of authorities.
That's not even mentioning Edison's goal in America. It's fully possible that Taylor's pragmatism would have her align with that victory as opposed to the much harder and risker approach of fighting the Celts AND Edison's mech army.
So yeah, I have my reasons. But I won't outright commit to them just yet. Though at the very least, I am certain that Taylor would do the best compared to the Crypters that couldn't. Though now that gets me thinking about the possibility of a Cryptor Taylor and what kind of lostbelt she would have.
So yeah, I have my reasons. But I won't outright commit to them just yet. Though at the very least, I am certain that Taylor would do the best compared to the Crypters that couldn't. Though now that gets me thinking about the possibility of a Cryptor Taylor and what kind of lostbelt she would have.
One of those Worm coffee shop AU fics where everyone's just chilling and doing the Macarena, before lining up in a conga line and dancing their way to the sunset.
I think of it as...if you want the right choices, you get the veterans.
But if you want immediate trust, the sincerity of the kids in charge of the end of the world because everyone else is dead just works better.
You might suspect Taylor or Marie's motives or hidden agenda, and likewise they have their own reservations about various tainted or suspect heroes.
They'd do better on skill until they run into something skill can't do, but pure luck, destiny and trust takes those two to land onto.
Points conceded. Taylor is good as a field agent but when faced with conceptual forces, mistrust, and personality conflicts Taylor does have some sticking points. Taylor is good at long odds and risks, but those are tall orders even for her.
(especially Gilgamesh, good God. Granted we are dealing with Caster Gil rather than Archer so their conflict is likely less than it could be...but yeah, if there is one part of the story I'm actually dreading it's that initial meeting between them. If they can prove themselves to each other I can see them getting on just fine...but that is a big ask)
This one's on me, I had forgotten this interaction
Introductions and circumstance could affect how well they'd get on one circumstance to another (not to mention experience working together. hell, even Taylor and Bradamante are working on that), but it's a fair point
ehhhh
at best that would be temporary, making use of an army to fight another army. but by his own existence and statement he is part of the problem she needs to solve.
and i know i haven't gotten through the entire American Singularity yet, but just what I've seen of Chaldea's interactions with Edison's faction so far? almost all of it would rub her the wrong way. Hell, given her own background the fact that it's Edison alone might well get her hackles up
Granted we don't know what Fawkes has in mind or what he could change, but this i'm not too worried about
I think of it as...if you want the right choices, you get the veterans.
But if you want immediate trust, the sincerity of the kids in charge of the end of the world because everyone else is dead just works better.
This actually brings up a great point to this story
we aren't dealing with either in isolation. We aren't dealing with Taylor by herself, or Rika/Ritsuka by themself(ves)
Rika and Ritsuka are both there, and they can lean on each other. They are inexperienced, but they have the heart to try and the openness for some angles Taylor wouldn't be able to simply by nature of being who she is
But Taylor is also there, as a figure they can lean on and trust for support, to give them tactics and to help guide decisions, to take some of that weight off their shoulders and not let them get crushed by it, and to go to for advice.
and I think that's exactly where we're headed with these next few chapters, all the mysteries and things unsaid finally coming to a head
and they'll come out better for it
(hopefully)
I haven't committed to the opinion yet, but everything so far, (from her difficultly working with anti heroes like Jalter and Elizabeth, and often drawing distrust from locals and potential allies) it paints the picture that Taylor wouldn't win in a solo run of Part 1 either.
Of course she wouldn't. Taylor's whole schtick is winning via overwhelming, brutal, and perhaps needlessly creative application of disposable minions. Servants are not disposable minions.
Of course she wouldn't. Taylor's whole schtick is winning via overwhelming, brutal, and perhaps needlessly creative application of disposable minions. Servants are not disposable minions.
That's rather brutally unfair. Even in Gold Morning, where she was literally losing her mind, most of the people she was controlling survived, she didn't throw them away in an attempt for minor gains. The only minions she has ever treated as disposable are her insects, and even calling them minions is kind of stretching it.
That's rather brutally unfair. Even in Gold Morning, where she was literally losing her mind, most of the people she was controlling survived, she didn't throw them away in an attempt for minor gains. The only minions she has ever treated as disposable are her insects, and even calling them minions is kind of stretching it.
Considering the skills the canon Crypters have, one of them is an elemental for crying out loud, beating Part 1 was never a Skill issue. If Taylor were to lose, it'd be due to her trust, control, and emotional issues. Never her field skills.
What, did you expect her to not tie her shoes, proceed to trip and fall because of the untied shoe, get injured, and waste more time than just finishing tying the shoes?
If it wasn't enough of an emergency that Mash could take the time to physically come to Taylor's room instead of messaging her then it wasn't enough to forgo the need for shoes.
The first thing you do in any emergency is properly put on what you need to respond. Yes, that includes tying whatever shoes you need to.
Run in untied shoes or boots. See how much time you save when you break your nose on the hard flooring. Ritsuka was unresponsive not clinically dead, critically wounded, or under fire; Taylor can afford that much time to respond properly.
given taylor actually remembers one of the trigger visions she had, i think this should actually realistically be enough to warrant her figuring out what Shakespeare was doing, cause he's pretty clearly showing an Entity, and taylor should be able to recognize that. her not recognizing it only works if she had been made to forget all her visions and probably also if she hadn't outright seen edens body, but she's both seen eden's body and been made to remember a vision from that second triggered cape during gold morning, some cape at that battle had the ability to make people not get memory wiped.
taylor if anything gets on even better with anti-heroes, she might not like them, but she gets them, she can work with them, taylors issue has never been an unwillingness to work with someone, she worked with lung after all, when the chips are down she'll take any help to get the job done.
no, the issue is getting the other person to agree, and even here, most heroic spirits are willing to put their differences aside for the mission. taylor does canonically have a sort of charisma to her, she can convince people to follow her goal, even if just for the mission, it won't work on all, but it should definitely be enough. the issue as someone else pointed out really is just the really noble and honorable sorts like bradamante who might not like taylors methods, most of those however, should still be willing to go along with it if the alternative is all of humanity dying
given taylor actually remembers one of the trigger visions she had, i think this should actually realistically be enough to warrant her figuring out what Shakespeare was doing, cause he's pretty clearly showing an Entity, and taylor should be able to recognize that. her not recognizing it only works if she had been made to forget all her visions and probably also if she hadn't outright seen edens body, but she's both seen eden's body and been made to remember a vision from that second triggered cape during gold morning, some cape at that battle had the ability to make people not get memory wiped.
Sure, except for the fact that they look nothing like whales and she described their shedding shards looking as if they were made of sand and being blown away. We know he's showing an Entity, partially because the fanbase often calls them space whales, but there's little reason for Taylor to immediately make the connection.
Sure, except for the fact that they look nothing like whales and she described their shedding shards looking as if they were made of sand and being blown away. We know he's showing an Entity, partially because the fanbase often calls them space whales, but there's little reason for Taylor to immediately make the connection.
well, i mean, the description in worm was close enough that we began that to begin with, that Shakesphear's depiction looks like a whale kinda is just even more in favor of it being recognizable i think, and well, shards blowing away like sand? that's like, straight out of a trigger vision.
Do what? I didn't know.
"S-"
All at once, the chaos was replaced by stillness.
It wasn't a typical silence. Typical silence would have left my ears ringing with the sudden shift from noise to an utter lack thereof.
Wasn't a typical stillness. If it was, I would have felt my heartbeat.
My senses had been replaced.
I watched as two massive beings made their way through the void.
One was familiar to me, in a dim way I couldn't articulate.
Not that I could think, really. I experienced, I took things in, and I understood it.
They were flesh and they weren't flesh. Something I couldn't parse, given my frame of reference. I could understand how they moved, and I knew it was because of the senses I was using, senses that allowed me to be aware of these things, to grasp them in terms of how they slid between realities.
I focused on the familiar one, and compared it to its kin.
It was shucking away fragments of itself, discarding them. It kept select ones. Abilities focused on violence, on defense. On mobility and battle and any number of other things.
It exercised a variety of the fragments. It was taking over for another role, a role that the partner wasn't fulfilling.
The partner was busy, I noted, sending broadcasts. Messages, to something distant.
But I couldn't interpret the partner in the same kind of depth I could interpret the more familiar one.
I turned my attention to it. Saw what it saw. Images of the future. I was connected somehow to every part of the being, and I was aware of everything they were aware of. I had only to look.
It looked for a world.
It found the world it was looking for.
It looked for a particular variation of that world, and it found it.
And it looked further. It viewed itself and its partner on that world. The possible forms they could take, the end results.
It looked beyond that, to possible rebellions.
In the midst of that, in the middle of a trillion images that passed through my awareness in a single instant, over an indeterminate span of travel and viewing, one scene was acutely familiar.
The entity as a golden man.
Capes littering the surface around him, every single one of them unconscious, dead, bleeding, crushed, or burned. He was untouched, coated only in their remains, thick blood and other, pulpier substances dripping and dropping from his fingers in strings.
He viewed the scene, as he viewed all of the scenes, through the senses of the fragments that had gone ahead, of fragments that had arrived after he had. They were embedded in hosts, which meant he viewed things through the eyes of the host, and through the abilities the hosts expressed.
I willed for it to continue, to go deeper, to provide more details. But things moved along. If anything, my efforts dashed the scene from the ongoing stream of sensory inputs. Instead, I got a glimpse the futures one step further. Variations.
Every one of them, futures where the entity had survived. Futures where the hosts hadn't fought back. Futures where they had fought back and inevitably lost. He was plotting a course to a particular destination in time and causality, just as he'd plotted a course to Earth. There were criteria, and in each of the visions, things occurred.
These visions were blocked from any particular attention. Hidden away by some treatment of the fragments, treatment of the entity's own recollections, so the visions couldn't be used against it.
But I could see the essential elements.
He would live, because he'd given himself enough power. With the criteria he had set, there was no way for the hosts to win, unless he deviated. With the granted powers, there was no way for them to do any meaningful harm to him. The entity could see the permutations, the ways they moved and interacted. He called on a particular fragment, yet to be released in search of a host, and-
Familiar. A familiar presence.
-he could get an understanding of the hosts, filling in blanks that the future-sight and his own mind couldn't. See how they moved, how they cooperated, how they didn't cooperate. He could see the strategies they could possibly employ, the strategies they couldn't.
Again, these were censored, blocked in this three-dimensional, xenosensory, interactive memory.
But he could see, and he knew they would fail, as much by their own hand as by his. He could see how all paths he had considered led to a fulfillment of his mission, his eventual meeting with his partner, in their other forms. He could see how he wins in every circumstance where he has to fight. Countless paths to victory. He would spend the rest of the journey to this planet in picking one, was already setting things up so that paths to defeat would no longer be possible.
We lose.
It was my thought, not the entity's.
The thought stuttered, distorted. Repeated over and over so fast it seemed to become only a jumble of sounds.
Another repetition, where each syllable seemed to take days to form.
I opened my eyes, and I saw the scene from the vision. Scion standing in the middle of the settlement, blood and brains dripping from his hand.
The two words continued, as if in the background, distorted as I turned my head.
It was one of the capes that had arrived with Crane. He was doing it, distorting the memory.
Making it so the memory wouldn't fade.
Let me forget, I thought. I don't want to know this. Let me be ignorant, fight to the end.
Scion stood, waiting patiently. No point tearing us to pieces when we weren't aware enough for it to matter.
I looked at him, and I saw the entity from my memory. I saw the vast thing he was, and I knew that we were specks to him. He'd held back when he'd used the beam to slice through legs, when he used mere physical force to crush Queen of Sword's skull. He'd held back, in a fashion, when he'd obliterated the United Kingdom of Earth Bet.
well, i mean, the description in worm was close enough that we began that to begin with, that Shakesphear's depiction looks like a whale kinda is just even more in favor of it being recognizable i think, and well, shards blowing away like sand? that's like, straight out of a trigger vision.
Sorry, I have to hard disagree. Two massive beings does not equate whale. There is no other descriptor making it whale like, it is all about how just how small and insignificant that we were compared to them. And that doesn't make me think whale.
Sorry, I have to hard disagree. Two massive beings does not equate whale. There is no other descriptor making it whale like, it is all about how just how small and insignificant that we were compared to them. And that doesn't make me think whale.
I think you took my comment to mean that the gold morning vision described entities as whale-like somehow, that's not what I mean, what I mean is that they're recognizable, very unique in their appearance, if this wasn't how entities looked then Shakespeare wouldn't have drawn them like that, and well, if you look at the description, it's "The images on the spines combined together to form the outline for a vaguely whale-like creature" it's not actually whale-like, it's just vaguely reminiscent in the outline, to me this sounds more like the actual description of them, it's still clearly a creature and fits some of the descriptions we get from trigger visions, not every vision is the same, but they all include the entities, so even if no mention is made of the shape of the entity in the gold morning vision, it is in a few of the others, it's just not the focus of all of them. regardless, taylor would know enough about how an entity looks that i think she should recognize it from that art, if not that, then the droples falling behind it should clue her in, both combined should be enough as that's outright from the visions, and any reminder of that sorta thing should bring entities to mind I think, both due to how it affected her at an important stage in her life but also because it's again, pretty unique and rare to come across something like that.
The image is an artistic interpretation. It's all lines drawn in gold leaf, so it straddles the line between abstract and concrete, meaning that it looks enough like a normal whale on a cursory glance that even Taylor might not immediately twig onto what it actually is. I meant to get around to drawing it, but I could never find a moment or a specific design that quite captured how I originally imagined it.
Also, honestly not sure how the voting thing happened, but it's gone. That was weird. Must've been something I did on accident when I was posting a new chapter.
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"What do you mean, she's missing?" Marie demanded immediately.
"Just as I said," Aífe replied. "I've searched her usual hiding spots and even tried using a rune to track her down, to no avail. It's as though she simply disappeared."
"That shouldn't be possible," Da Vinci said. "I have a system set up to notify me in case a Servant's contract is terminated. I double-checked it after we found out Medea's Noble Phantasm could cancel them, and added provisions specifically for the circumstances where they might forcibly change hands. If something happened to her, I would have known about it the second it happened!"
Romani was already flicking through his tablet, bent over the screen as he went through the menus faster than I'd ever seen him go. Checking on the status of Jeanne Alter's contract, I realized — good.
I did some checking of my own, reaching for the thread that connected me to her, because no matter what the result, it would tell me something that would be at least somewhat useful. Even no response was a response in its own way.
Aífe folded her arms. "I'm not lying."
"But what you're saying doesn't make any sense at all!" Da Vinci insisted.
But when I pushed along that thread, there was nothing there. A prod got me no reaction from Jeanne Alter, neither did the mental equivalent of a sharp tug, and when I tried to push my mind down along it so that I could peer through her eyes, my senses remained completely my own. Nothing happened.
"I just tried contacting her," I announced.
"And?" asked Da Vinci.
"Nothing. I couldn't even borrow her eyes to see where she is or what she's doing."
If I compared it to a phone line, it was like it just kept ringing and no one ever answered. That the thread existed at all said that she was definitely on the other end of it, and there was no sense of anything blocking me off from her, but I wasn't getting through no matter what I tried.
Aífe arched an eyebrow, as though to say, 'See?'
Da Vinci's brow furrowed. "She could be deliberately blocking you —"
"She's not," I cut across her. "I'm not sure that Jeanne Alter even knows how to stop me from borrowing her senses."
And if she did, she would probably be a lot more aggressive about it. The mental equivalent of slapping my hand away, as it were.
"It might be that you're both right," said Romani. He held out the tablet. "Look."
Da Vinci leaned over, peering down at the screen, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marie shift, as though she wanted to step over and look and then reconsidered because of how crowded it would be. Da Vinci's eyes went wide.
"What?" Marie asked impatiently. "What is it?"
"The contract is still there," said Da Vinci. "I was right, there's been no changes made to its status. But she's drawing elevated levels of magical energy from the reactor, almost like —"
"She's in combat," I concluded.
It sounded ridiculous to even suggest it, and yet it felt like the most obvious answer.
Romani nodded. "And I bet you, if we compared the bursts of increased energy expenditure with the fluctuations in Ritsuka's Magic Circuits…"
"They'd match," Da Vinci breathed.
"That's ridiculous!" Marie sputtered. "You're not trying to insinuate that she's been caught up in this curse, too, are you?"
"She's in there with him?" Rika yelped.
"Ohohoho!" Shakespeare chortled. "The plot thickens! Not only Master was snared, but also a Servant who can herself be said to be made of curses and grudges! My, my, I wonder how this will play out!"
"Not helping!" Marie seethed at him. "We're supposed to be s-safe here, aren't we? The enemy isn't supposed to be able to reach one of us, let alone two!"
I looked over at Ritsuka's motionless body. Could Jeanne Alter really be stuck in that prison curse with him? But how? And why the two of them instead of anyone else in the facility? What did they —
She delivered the final blow on Forneus, and Ritsuka was the one who summoned her Shadow self into Okeanos.
That was it. That was the one thing I could think of that connected them and might be related to this curse. Nothing else leapt to mind, at least not at that moment.
But could it really be that simple? And if it was, why had he been cursed by Forneus, but the rest of us had remained untouched after killing Flauros? A matter of preparation by the enemy? Because they had a better idea what we were capable of now, and therefore had more contingencies for if and when they were defeated? Or had Forneus' larger size meant more power for him to throw around, and that was why he had been able to throw a curse out as he died?
No, wait. Maybe Flauros had thrown out a curse at his killer, but Altera was the one who technically finished him off, so it hadn't hit any of us. It would have simply run face-first into her Magic Resistance and slid right off.
A stab of pain lanced between my eyes, as though to remind me that my headache hadn't actually gone anywhere, even if I'd had other things to focus on.
"It would seem the only conclusion we can draw from the facts we have," Da Vinci said. Marie flinched, biting hard at her lower lip. "It is, technically, possible that she might have broken into one of our more secure areas, the ones that are warded against outside interference, and that could explain why Aífe is unable to find her, as well…"
"But that's not part of her skill set," I finished for her.
Jeanne Alter was fire, brimstone, and violence. If she was capable of breaking into one of the secure areas on her own, then she wouldn't have done it without alerting everyone in the whole building when she did it. If she was trying to sneak into anywhere, then ironically, the only way she could do it was by announcing to everyone where she was.
Da Vinci nodded. "Exactly."
And if, despite all of that, she could still break into one of those areas without being detected, well, then we had an entirely different set of problems, didn't we?
"I think we can apply Occam's Razor on this one," Romani said. "As crazy as it sounds that we're calling it the simplest option, the most likely answer is that she is in there with Ritsuka, and that's why we can't find her."
"It's also possible that the reason she's in there with him is because she's the one behind the curse," Da Vinci reasoned, "but she's really more of a…blunt instrument, shall we say. This has a little too much…finesse to be her handiwork."
In other words, if Jeanne Alter wanted to curse someone, she'd do it loudly, publicly, and without hiding exactly what she was doing and why she was doing it. If she was going to make you suffer, she wanted to make sure you knew it was her.
"What does this mean?" Mash asked.
"It means that we're not sending anyone in after them just yet," Marie said.
"Director!" Rika began, shouting. She rose halfway out of her chair, and the only reason she didn't stand all the way up was probably because it would have meant either letting go of her brother's hand or yanking him up off the mattress.
"As long as we don't have to, we're not taking any unnecessary risks with anyone else's life!" Marie hissed back at her. That didn't satisfy Rika at all. "Listen! We might not be able to tell what's going on by monitoring Ritsuka's vital signs, since his condition inside the prison isn't registering the way it would even during a Rayshift, but we can still monitor Jeanne Alter's condition — right, Romani?"
Ah. That was a clever idea. A smart method of getting around our limitations.
Romani grimaced. "We've…never been able to keep track of Servants' health the same way we do the Masters', since most of their organs aren't quite as important as a living human's are, but…we can keep track of her Spirit Origin's integrity and the level of magical energy she's using."
Mash gasped. "So as long as she's okay, Master should be, too!"
Provided the curse didn't keep them separate and Jeanne Alter wasn't corrupted by it — further, at least, considering her origins — then yeah, that should hold.
"Without knowing the structure of the curse and how it interacts with the human mind, it's not quite so simple," Da Vinci hedged, "but right now, it seems like the best option we have available. If things start to deteriorate, we can reconsider our other options, but without a better idea of what exactly is going on inside of that curse, we shouldn't rush to send in anyone else and risk losing either them or our only chance to mount a rescue operation. Right, Director?"
"That's right," Marie agreed. "If we rush into things, then we might just make them worse. We need to know more about what we're getting into before doing anything else."
"But Onii-chan…!" Rika protested.
"Right now, Rika, it's the best of a lot of bad options," Romani said, grimacing. "If things take a turn for the worse, we'll throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes, but for now, give us some time to figure out what we'd even be dropping you or Taylor into, okay?"
Rika didn't reply, but the look on her face spoke volumes about her displeasure — she could have been screaming and shouting and come across tamer and less adamant. I didn't disagree with her position.
Romani, Marie, and Da Vinci all had a good point. No intel was just as dangerous as bad intel, and working off of faulty assumptions built on a castle made of sand was just asking for something to go awry. The problem was, if things started to deteriorate, it was far too likely it would happen quickly, too quickly for us to intervene, and then we'd lose Ritsuka for sure.
I wasn't sure Rika would survive it if we did.
"Is this the official decision on the matter then?" I asked neutrally.
Marie looked at me, grimaced at whatever expression was on my face, and then looked away, like she couldn't meet my eye as she said, "Yes. For now, we don't know enough to attempt anything so extreme. Romani, you're in charge of monitoring him. If anything changes, let me know immediately. Da Vinci, obviously, you need to try and get us as much information about what's happening as possible. The more we know about this curse, the better prepared we'll be to unravel it when the time comes."
"Of course," said Da Vinci.
"Everyone else should return to their dorms," Marie went on. "Eat breakfast, while you have the chance, and stay nearby. Be ready for if things start to go bad so that we can respond as quickly as possible."
Shakespeare pressed a hand to his chest. "And me, my good lady?"
"Of course you need to stay nearby," Marie said like he was stupid for asking. "Right now, you're our only method of interacting with this curse, so if the worst case scenario occurs, you need to be close enough that we can respond as rapidly as possible!"
"Of course!" Shakespeare bowed. "Then I, too, shall stay here to look over my Master, so that I might observe — in exacting detail — any change in his condition! Why, it is my duty as his Servant!"
"Thank you, Shakespeare," Mash said gratefully.
"Then you're all dismissed!" Marie said imperiously.
It wouldn't be accurate to say that the room emptied out. Romani and Da Vinci were already slated to stay behind, and so was Shakespeare, but Marie left immediately, and Mash hesitated a moment, then she left, too, probably to go and eat some breakfast. I had little doubt she wouldn't be gone much longer than it took to do just that. I followed behind, shadowing Marie, because what I had to say to her wasn't for prying ears.
Rika, surprising absolutely no one at all, stayed behind in Ritsuka's room. Eventually, depending on how long this lasted for, we were going to have to force her out of there and make her eat, just as a matter of her health. Hopefully, Ritsuka would wake up in a few hours and this would all blow over, but if he wound up in that coma for days, then we were going to have to get food into her one way or another.
The instant Mash split off from us, I quickened my pace so that I could catch up to Marie, and lowly, so that only she could hear, I said, "Director, can we talk?"
She glanced at me, grimaced, but nodded and said, "My office."
She led the way at a quick, clipped pace, walking fast but not so fast that she would look like she was rushing, and when we made it to her office, she opened the door without delay or preamble. I knew she was dreading this conversation — the fact that she had been studiously ignoring looking me in the eye said that loud and clear — but for one reason or another, she wasn't going out of her way to avoid it.
I liked to think it was because we trusted each other that much. That she might not always like what I had to say, but she respected me enough to listen when I said it.
That mutual trust and respect made it all the harder to round on her the instant the door whooshed shut behind me. "You know this is a bad call."
"It isn't," she said, sticking to her guns. "One Master's life is already at risk, and we can't afford to lose a second one! Not Rika's, for how it might affect her contract with Mash and how easily it could cripple so much of our infrastructure, and especially not yours!"
On the one hand, I did get it. I was the ace Master on the team. The most experienced member left, the only remaining Master of Team A, and Marie had invested a significant amount of time, effort, and money in bringing me back from the brink the last time I'd actually paid for my willingness to put everything on the line.
I was also probably the only real friend she had in this place. The degree to which she leaned on me for emotional support was obvious, and I didn't need to be Tattletale to see it. The whole facility — what was left of it — could probably see it.
On the other hand —
"Isn't it my decision whether or not I'm willing to risk my life to save him?"
"As a human being, maybe!" she replied sternly, jabbing a finger at me. "As the expert during deployment, even! But as a Master of Chaldea, inside this facility, under my employ? No! The one who makes these decisions is me, the Director, and I don't make them lightly!"
And, normally, I could accept that. Marie had more than earned that much trust from me. But this wasn't a normal situation, nothing like anything we'd trained for, and as much as I respected Marie, I knew her well enough to know that she didn't always make the best decisions when she was thrown into the deep end.
"Lightly or not, you're still making the decision to abandon him!" I shot back. "We have the means to effect some kind of rescue, but you're refusing to use it!"
"I'm not abandoning him!" Marie snarled. A brief flash of guilt jolted through my stomach, sour and curdling, but it wasn't enough to keep the next sentence out of my mouth.
"It sure looks like it!"
"Because I'm not letting you try something that would be the equivalent of dangling you over a flaming pit on the off chance it even worked?"
Yes, it was risky, and I knew that, I'd known that from the instant the suggestion was even raised, but that didn't change one fundamental fact:
"It's the best option we've got, isn't it?"
"Because it's the only option, that also means it's the worst!"
"The only other thing I'm hearing is 'wait and hope,' and that's the same as leaving him to die!"
"We don't know that!" Marie insisted, but it sounded flimsy to my ears.
"And you don't know that I'm wrong!" was my retort. "Ritsuka might not be a bumbling idiot, but he's still new to this, and he's an amateur mage at best! He's stuck in there fighting against a curse that Da Vinci is stumped by, and our newest and most volatile Servant is apparently stuck in there with him! We can't even be sure the curse will let them work together instead of pitting them against each other!"
Marie's eyes flashed. "Which means that the same thing could happen if you went in! It's one thing when he could probably just use a Command Spell to force Jeanne Alter to commit suicide if it comes down to it, but if you two are forced to fight each other and only one person can leave alive, then one of you is guaranteed to die!"
"I wouldn't do that," I said. "And neither would Ritsuka."
She scoffed. "As if you would have a choice! If the only way to break it is to let it run its course, then the only option would be one of you dying so the other could leave, or else you both might be stuck until you both die!"
"Do you think I'd let it get to that point? I've been in tough spots like that before. I've always found a way out."
"And that's exactly why it can't be you!" she said. "Ritsuka has the best shot alone against a karmic curse. He's an innocent kid who never did anything important before he came to work for Chaldea. All of the good and bad he's done before coming here was tiny, little stuff that doesn't mean anything. You… You have too much history. Too many things you've done that had too big an impact."
Quieter, as though to say the words would somehow make them more real, "A karmic curse would destroy you. And even if it didn't, whatever was left behind might as well have been."
A cacophony of images flashed through my mind's eye, a highlight reel of all of the things I regretted, all of the deeds that had stuck to me like tar. I'd managed to escape that baggage for so long just by refusing to stop moving forward, by pushing on stubbornly and refusing to lose sight of what I was striving towards. It wasn't the healthiest way of doing things, and I think some part of me had always known that on some level, but there just hadn't ever been time to really slow down and let myself deal with everything.
Until it all caught up to me at the end. Until it was all suddenly over and there was nothing left for me to chase, nowhere left for me to run to. I'd had to face it all and stare down my mistakes, realize that I couldn't really regret the end result, but the way I'd gone about some of the things I'd done wasn't how I wished I could have done it.
Marie hugged herself, biting her bottom lip. "Even if Shakespeare really could insulate you from the worst of it, that might not be enough. The karmic weight of that final battle alone…"
"You think I couldn't handle it?"
That I hadn't already known exactly how heavy a sin I was going to be picking up with every decision I made in that fight?
She hunched in on herself. "I think that whatever came out the other side might not be you anymore." She looked up at me. "Or it might be a version of you that you tried to leave behind."
I…didn't quite know how to respond to that. A version of myself I had tried to leave behind? In what way? The young, frightened girl trying to tough her way through daily emotional torment by her former best friend and her tagalongs? The awkward newbie navigating her way through the minefield of what it meant to be a cape? The callous warlord doing whatever it took to look after her people? The driven leader too focused on the end goal to be a proper friend to her colleagues?
The woman who sacrificed everything in order to save everything?
Those were all parts of myself I'd shed — or at least tried to — and I couldn't imagine a curse that targeted my worst regrets as doing anything else other than driving me further away from them. Throwing all of my mistakes in my face wouldn't do anything except reaffirm that I was right to turn away from being the person who made them.
"I wouldn't let that happen."
The look she gave me now was some Frankenstein mix between pity, understanding, and frustration. "Sometimes, I forget that you're fairly new to all of this, too," she said. "Sixteen months of study — as though that's enough to cover fields of research with centuries of history and depth! Even the most gifted lecturer in the Clock Tower would have struggled to bring you halfway up to speed on everything you needed to know, so I guess it says something about my own abilities as a tutor that you came as far as you did."
My lips pressed into a tight line, annoyed.
"It's impossible to come out of a curse like that unchanged," she went on. "All the more so if it's one powerful enough to stump someone like that Da Vinci, it isn't enough to simply have an indomitable will. The more it has to work on, the more damage it does. If you subject yourself to that curse, Taylor, it will change you, if you even survive it. Adding you in as a variable might even affect Ritsuka's chances of surviving it."
It occurred to me, suddenly, what this argument was reminding me of. The difference was, Ritsuka wasn't a tiny little precog being drugged in a basement, and Olga's unwillingness to act seemed to have more to do with concern for me than a refusal to risk her own interests.
"So it's better to risk his life than it is mine?"
"When it's all but guaranteed to go wrong in some incredibly catastrophic way?" she said. "Yes. I'm not going to repeat myself again, so listen to me when I say that circumstances as they are now are actually the best for getting him out of this alive. Just about anything we try to do will only make things worse."
I didn't want to listen. I'd spent the last several months having to sit in the back, take potshots whenever the opportunity arose, and let the Servants handle everything else, and I was tired of it. Tired of not being able to contribute as much as I wanted to, tired of not being able to do as much as I liked to affect the outcome of things. Tired of sitting on the sidelines.
I wanted to plunge headfirst into this. To feel like I could actually make a difference by myself again, like not just my decisions, but my actions actually mattered and could accomplish something.
But a niggling doubt remained. Something a dear friend had told me, the last time I'd really felt like this and acted on it. About how I never really asked for help, just put people in positions where they had no choice but to go along with me.
And I was…trying to be better than the girl who'd done that.
The fire guttered out in my belly. It left behind a kind of dreadful queasiness, a general sense of weighty unease that settled low in my gut and refused to budge.
"There has to be something we can do," I said.
"Wait and hope," Marie said wearily, "that either Ritsuka has become strong enough to make it through this or Da Vinci will figure out how to break it herself."
My stomach churned. Was that really it? Sit around and just hope for the best? It felt so hilariously inadequate. My entire career as a cape, all of that training I went through, all of that tutoring, and now four Singularities resolved, and despite all of the stuff I'd been through and everything I'd ever done, the only thing I could do now was wait.
If only Medea had been able to come back with us. Her Rule Breaker would have undoubtedly made short work of this curse.
"For now," she went on, "you should eat breakfast, if you haven't already, and then go back to your dorm. I can't stop you if you decide to take some time in the simulator or go stay with Ritsuka. I don't even need to remind you to stay out of Da Vinci's way, but she might need you to distract Rika so she can work without being interrupted."
"And you?"
She flinched. Yeah, she didn't actually think I hadn't been paying attention to her during this whole debacle, had she? This had hit a lot closer to home than she wanted anyone to realize, and it was frankly a miracle that she hadn't had a flashback to the sabotage.
Without me to argue with about the merits of intervening in the curse, would she sink back into a mental spiral?
"I…have some paperwork to handle," she said heavily. "I still need to go over your after action reports for Okeanos and get them properly filed and finish up the forms for Emiya's second summoning. I'll…also need to prepare a report for this incident too, won't I?"
If there was nothing else I could do to be of use…
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
The sheer relief that radiated off of her was almost palpable. "If…it's not too much trouble, I-I wouldn't mind that."
I nodded. "I'll go and get some breakfast, then grab a novel or something and come back here. Have you eaten yet?"
"No," she said, shaking her head, "but…"
Yeah. I didn't really feel all that much like eating just then either, but I would no doubt regret it later if I didn't have at least something small for breakfast, even if it wasn't anything more than some applesauce and a glass of orange juice.
"I'll bring something back for you," I promised. Some of the tension eased out of her body.
"Thank you."
As I left, she turned and trudged over to her desk with the air of a condemned woman marching to her execution. The mounting pile, it seemed, would only ever grow larger, no matter how much of it she got through, because I was pretty sure it was actually much smaller the last time I was in her office.
The instant the door whooshed shut behind me, I was tempted to rush off and disobey, to grab Shakespeare and force him — although I wasn't sure I would even need to try very hard — to send me in to help Ritsuka. The urge was almost a tangible force tugging on the inside of my gut, like a fishhook wedged in my stomach as someone reeled in on the line.
But I wouldn't get that far, even if I did try. I didn't have enough leverage, and I couldn't appeal to anyone's emotions or sense of pragmatism to go behind Marie's back, because unlike that cadre of PRT Directors who had been perfectly willing to throw me into a dark hole the instant I did something they didn't like or the various and sundry "heroes" who had seemed determined to ignore everything I said and every suggestion I made, all of these people actually cared about me — and not, like the people at Arcadia once upon a time, because of who I knew and how. Romani, Da Vinci, and Marie had vetoed that option because it put me at risk, and while that wasn't the only reason, it had enough weight that I doubted I'd be able to change their minds.
How ironic. The one time where I might actually have wanted a transactional relationship with the people above me on the totem pole, and I had instead friendship and camaraderie. My younger self might have pinched herself a couple of times just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
I ran a hand through my hair, and my headache returned with a vengeance, as though to remind me of its presence again. I'd forgotten to grab a few aspirin off of Romani while I had the chance.
As much as I hated it, it really didn't look like I had too many options. It rankled, but there weren't any obvious avenues open to getting around all of the obstacles, and the stabbing pain between my eyes was making it hard to think too much about it. It seemed like the only thing I could do was wait around and hope that things worked out for the best, and when they took a turn for the worst, that the others would finally let me actually do something.
I wasn't holding my breath.
For now, it looked like the only thing I could really do was be prepared and get some food in my belly, so I set off down the hall to do just that. Maybe having one of Emiya's gourmet meals would help to improve my mood, because as it was, I had no idea how I was going to spend the next several hours while I sat around and waited.
Although if this headache got any worse, the answer to that might be "unconscious."
— o.0.O.O.0.o —
So this chapter...wound up being a lot about Taylor and Olga Marie.
They both have very good points and very good reasons for believing what they do, and neither of them is necessarily wholly right or wrong. They're flawed people making flawed decisions with the limited information they have.
This one felt a little bit short, and it is a little bit shorter than chapters have been recently, but tacking anything else on would've felt... Well, tacked on. So I slapped a pithy ending line on the bottom and called it done.
