Ai already started to make her way home and she's pensive to say the least.
There's a lot to take in. The War, her feelings, the future... But she reminds herself that if those things kept causing her uncertainty, the one thing she can be certain of is her Servant.
She turns to look at Diarmuid with a reassuring smile on her face.]
Lancer?
[She holds out her hand to him.]
I'm afraid I can't walk as steadily as I hoped. Will you be my support?
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Ai already started to make her way home and she's pensive to say the least.
There's a lot to take in. The War, her feelings, the future... But she reminds herself that if those things kept causing her uncertainty, the one thing she can be certain of is her Servant.
She turns to look at Diarmuid with a reassuring smile on her face.]
Lancer?
[She holds out her hand to him.]
I'm afraid I can't walk as steadily as I hoped. Will you be my support?