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It was, perhaps not too surprising that he went for the food first. Without a word he went to the table to pick up a drink of what was on offer, slinking through the crowd that was admittedly, a bit strange to be around. This gathering was hardly the atmosphere of that of a war. It was more like an….an american picnic or something? Well, that’s what it made him think of anyway.
 
The others were enemies. He didn’t need the excuse to avoid them but it wasn’t weird for him to not come up to them chattering. Enemies, each one of a them another person between him and victory. Kill them all, beat them all… They all have servants, so many legends like the demented things he’s seen. They’re all like those berserkers… No, none of them could be like her. Even then...

[quote]Having given her piece, Airi finally began on burger number seven, turning back to her Servant. "Hey, though...you said 'black-haired demon', earlier...do you really think that's what he is? Like, 'Demon' with a capital D?"[/quote]
At this he finally spoke up, leaning over and slumping onto the table as best as he could, barely avoiding placing his arms and face in some food. Noisy wasn’t she? It was what got them all grouped up in the first place so he couldn’t complain, but she was a weird girl.
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“Berserker sort of was one but that thing,  that black haired man was it?… if it was a demon then it’d be under that other girl. If it’s really not part of any servant then it can’t be a demon.”[/color] It was a childish reassuring thought, with the logic of a fallacy. If it was so dangerous he hoped it wasn’t under her, that it couldn’t be shackled by her. She was already something she didn’t want to fight and he hoped someone else would kill her. Things wouldn’t work out that pretty he felt, and it felt like it’d be likely she’d be the last one standing. Please die, please don’t be there at the grail at the end of all this bloodshed, that was the fervent wish born of fear and pain that he whispered as he took a bite to eat.
 
[color=a187be]“This beats sitting around with a frozen dinner, so even if nothing happens I won’t complain about my time being wasted."[/color] With the food returning back to his mind he craned his head over his shoulder to stare at Ruler. What a strange man. He was a person who seemed to hold a sense of responsibility but went beyond that as well, taking into account considerations and concerns other might consider frivolous or trivial in the wake of a war like this. In a way to him, he seemed less like a judge and more like a nanny, or a well-meaning person. What was he exactly? He was some hero, right? but what kind of hero flips burgers during a war meeting? There were a lot of people here that were weird, but for some reason he felt like that man and the girl whose initiative started this meeting in the first place were the oddest. Even weird became normal if it was the majority, in the presence of all these magi, they seemed to be normal in a weird way. What then, did they think of him? someone who seemed to be charging into his death, he'd probably be considered the weirdest of them all.


[color=a187be]"So, are you confident in winning once we deal with this stuff?" he decided to ask the girl.[/color]