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[@Moonlit Sonata]
[@Beloss]
[@Holy Grail]
[@DrowsyPangolin]
[@Cu Chulainn]

Yeah, leaving and asking for protection, for mercy. That was normal for losers, right? He had no servant, he didn’t really have any ability to fight or continue. But, he needed to win. There was no path but the destination had to be reached. He wanted the wish, he wanted to be free, he wanted to live. There was also that he was afraid, he was afraid of that girl and that existence.
 
Those evils, those pains. He’d seen them before, right? But that was too much. It was too scary, it was too painful. What did it mean that something like that could exist? How could people go on when there’s so much suffering that could await and accumulate in a life? He’d seen glimpses of lives that withstood things he would have ran away from. But here he was, not running away from that.
 
He knew that he couldn’t beat -that- or overcome it. A human could not, a hero could not, a demon could not. Yet that girl did. She could hardly be called human, but she wasn’t a demon. A monster, she was most definitely a monstrous human. True evil, true horror, not the imaginary imitations born of people who wished to turn their eyes away from the truth that humanity must hold these things to know them and give birth to them. If humanity invented and created such stories then wasn’t it that they were all the evils?
 
He couldn’t win, what could win? What would he have to become to win?
It was ridiculous to think in those terms, yet he threw away the notions of not being able to attain victory and continued on in his mind. The question that bloomed as an answer that pierced through his nebulous ideas made him freeze up.
 
Would he be willing to become that?  ...Maybe.
 
“I’m fighting. I’ll have to turn that offer down. I can’t give up or back away, not when I just started. There’s a reason for me to fight, or more accurately, there’s a wish I need no matter what. I meant to come here to say I was participating, and that doesn’t change. I’m officially joining the war, even if I’m late due to a detour. So, do I get a stamp, or ID Badge or something? Or is that it?”
 
He offered a worn grin with eyes still red and puffy, before finally taking his eyes off the supervisor to look over at his.. Competition. Well, one way or another he at least made it here. It’d have been humiliating to die before the first step, but this was where it started. So he’d have to kill these people and win somehow. That was impossible, but… Well, first he figured he’d look at them before deciding on that or not.
 
Servant, if the two Berserkers were any indication. A normal?... person? And… that.
Well, through his eyes it was exceptionally strange for sure, and sent a strange, sickly feeling crawling down his spine. The most sickly part of it was that it was comforting in a way, after what he’d seen.
 
Yeah… that guy was strong, but what was that,.. Wound? How was he still alive? A massive “scar” spread across the man The black that so stained the massive man's midsection was as pure and the memories that brushed at his mind left him in awe. He didn’t understand the context, he didn’t understand what happened. All he knew is that something that was out of his comprehension happened, something on the league of being confronted with hell. He held a hand to his own, the pain of the shot man replicated by his understanding and mind. Toshi let out a tense breath through teeth that shut together in protest. This was nothing compared to that hell, nothing compared to what he saw earlier. He still didn’t like it, mind.
 
“Gah!... What the hell did you go through? And how in the world did you survive that?”
 
He blurted it out as a response without thinking on the consequences. His other hand reached out towards the large man that was most definitely a servant before he caught himself and withdrew. He was curious, he admit, whether or not that would work on a servant… but.
 
Well, he could do without finding out more about that.
 
“Even a servant should die from something on that level, right?”