dramadramaduck | [video/text] // ataraxia

[If Servants could get headaches, Lancer felt one starting. More than likely his imagination, he knew--he really did not want to be the one to deliver the news but there was little choice. He was dressed in human clothes once again, including the glasses he didn't actually need. Diarmuid at least took those off as he spoke, folding them and putting them in his shirt pocket.]

It would seem Issei Ryudo can no longer access the community. Don't worry...he's still here and perfectly fine. I know he has a number of friends here, and I wanted to let all of them know they don't need to worry. As his Servant I will protect him at any cost.

This changes nothing. My Master's temple is and shall remain a safe haven for those in need of it. This place and all those who should reside within it are under the protection of a Knight of Fianna. Please do not hesitate to come here if dire circumstances leave you with no other alternative.

[A while later, after taking a few things into consideration ~~and figuring out how filters worked~~ Lancer managed to send an anonymous text--granted, if someone so much as sneezed they could probably hack it. Damned technology.]

I'm sorry to trouble anyone, but I have a question.

What would you do if your purpose in life was rendered mostly irrelevant?