[center][h1]Cassandra Edelfelt[/h1]

"Well, if you want to decorate you could always build your table out of all the skulls lying about down here. Bone's pretty sturdy," Cassandra noted to her servant. The girl was the very definition of whimsical, not that Cass minded at all. Things were never gloomy or depressing with her around, despite them residing in a subterranean graveyard.

When she listed off everything that had occurred, Cassandra nodded along. It was much as she had seen, though Archer had surprised her. It seemed everyone had an idea to try and make a move tonight at the Church. Yet, interestingly, he had chosen to assist the Master of Saber, rather than ensure her downfall. It seemed rather counterproductive to her. Obviously, Saber being removed from the war would benefit everyone. She was at the very least [i]one[/i] of the strongest servants, after all.

Cassandra just couldn't understand the behavior of her opponents at times.

When Caster began her call for tea, Cass smiled. Standing from her seat, she took the doll-like servants black hand in her own and nodded. "Yes, let's have some tea. There'll be plenty of time to be 'friendly' later."

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[h1]Rider[/h1]

Rider hopped to his feet at his Master's last words, his face set into a frown. Casually strolling over to the girl, he reached out and pinched her cheeks. Stretching them apart, he leaned forward and shook his head at her. "What your family wants? How about what [i]you[/i] want?"

Still cartoonishly pulling on her cheeks, Rider continued. "Look, I get being appreciative to your family, but they're gone now. You're the one fighting this war, aren't you? You're the one putting your life on the line."

"Maybe your family really [i]did[/i] love and care about you as much as you say," he finally let go of her cheeks. "But if that's the case, don't you think they would wish for you to find a dream you can call your own? Having your own desires, your own ambitions, that's what it means to be a [i]'person'[/i]."

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