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[croibhristeoir]

Please forgive my intrusion.

[His posture is rigidly straight, tone even more overly formal than usual with a small hint of confusion. Those who had known him long enough might recognize his near-obsessively dutiful disposition as one he'd held primarily during the Fourth Holy Grail War.]

While this sudden shift is a clever and unexpected trick, there is something I must ask. Where is my Master?

[Oh, shit.]

I must return to him immediately, and this secondary iteration of Fuyuki is no more than a distraction right now.

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[unknownrival]

Issei Ryudo - I run a temple in Fuyuki.

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[croibhristeoir]

I take it that is where I am now, but how did I come to arrive here? I have no recollection of doing so.

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[unknownrival]

Virus. It's a virus.

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[croibhristeoir]

...I see.

What else is there I am missing?

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[unknownrival]

You should know who I am, but I won't press it.

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[croibhristeoir]

...So he really is dead, isn't he?

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[unknownrival]

Yes, he is. It's not your fault.

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[croibhristeoir]

I don't understand. It was my sworn duty to protect him.

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[unknownrival]

Does that account for everything that could possibly happen?

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[croibhristeoir]

Shouldn't it?

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[unknownrival]

If your Master were to be really stupid, monumentally so, would that be your fault?

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[croibhristeoir]

But he isn't.

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[unknownrival]

He is. Was.