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"I suppose it wouldn't make much sense, would it?" Rider speculated, walking over to a large sofa and throwing himself back onto it. Rather crudely propping his black sneakers on the coffee table in front of it, he folded his hands behind his head. "Why sacrifice you to summon the grail if there aren't any living Varianbec's to make a wish once it's here?"

Needling his temple in irritation, Rider shook his head. "Bah, I hate magic. It's so pointlessly complicated."

Honestly, he couldn't imagine fighting for the grail under such circumstances if he were in her shoes. That is to say, if she was somehow supposed to die for it. "...What is your wish, anyhow? I don't think you told me."

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