[ A moment, when that brilliant face wavers and becomes slightly melancholy with the weight of her words. It hasn't escaped him, how young his new Master is, and how unprepared— it's not the same as when he was a knight of Fianna, fighting alongside warriors like Fionn, Oisin, Oscar. All of them, accustomed to death and the honor that comes with it; how useful is his chivalry to a girl who only wishes for simple things, for who the Grail means little aside from the end to a struggle?

He's a spirit of the Past— perhaps his loyalty means little here— but nevertheless, when he looks up from a bowed head and meets her eyes straight-on, he is, undeniably, still a Knight. ]

I see. [ His eyes narrow, well-defined features becoming gentler with the change in expression. ] Then, I ask that you not forget the weight of your life, and ask, in turn, that you entrust me to protect it with mine.