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~ [i]Uncertainty[/i] ~
[i]24 Units Remaining
Location: Deacon Arms Tavern[/i] [/center]

The summoning of Saber by Leon was the perfect excuse Olympia needed to head to be, she found, purposefully ignoring any evening meetings to head to her room. A certain amount of shame had dawned on her as she entered the less than luxurious room, as her mind replayed the past evening, and days events. To think she had almost been drawn in to drinking the night away with Rider was unfathomable, but in that vein she would have to thank Caster as quickly as possible. Her tired mind had left her somewhat impolite, and needless to say the sequence of the day had done little to sweeten her mood, but in some ways she found herself in disbelief that she could so easily forget the manners her parents had taught her.

But even with those thoughts in mind, the moment her head reached the pillow of her bed any doubts and worries were wiped clean from the room. Her body simply extinguished itself upon contact, relieving itself of the stresses and emotions of prior events, letting its owner drift softly, deeply, and soundly into rest. She hadn't left Caster with any orders, but being her Servant she made the assumption he'd do his utmost to protect her, even if she had in some ways embarrassed him with her behaviour in the tavern. She needed to be strong. The strongest of the Masters didn't cry. 

The next moment, Olympia shot from her bead in a terrible fit, sweating profusely. Her figure was bolt upright in the room, and though she took comfort in the scenery, her mind did not let up for a second. Her eyes shone a deep mix of blue and green as she surveyed the room, taking in the dim light that surrounded her. Her hand reached to her head, and her fingers ran through her hair. It was morning. Though pinpricks of light penetrated the room, she still took a second to make out the silhouettes of objects in the dark. 

[i]"Caster..."[/i] she whispered in her head, sending a telepathic message to her Servant. While it was true she felt closer to the other Masters than the Servants, Olympia felt an odd bond with Caster. Whether it was due to her being his Master, or some other undefined reason, she was unaware, but she wanted someone to talk to, and there was no guarantee the others would be awake. If anything, she just wanted something of an unbiased opinion. 

Images pervaded into her head from the night prior. Her nightmare had been fraught with agony, but less so than the events that had actually transpired. But even still, she felt more terror in any dream. An endless expanse of night, without friends nor Servants, and the masked face of her once and always fear beckoning her into terror. She wanted to scream, but couldn't; wanted to cry, but wouldn't; wanted to fight, and why shouldn't she? That question had stuck with her after waking up. This was as much everyone's fight as a group as it was their own personal war vendetta. No matter the wrongs, Olympia didn't want to fight. A battlefield was no place for children, but in the fight between Magus it was far from a place for one without skill. 

[colour=LimeGreen]"Caster..."[/colour] she asked the silence, trusting him to be there, [colour=LimeGreen]"I know I cant... but... should I leave..? I feel lost here..."[/colour] there was no conviction in her words, merely empty questioning. Despite the nights rest she was tired, and she could feel it stemmed from doubt and fear. The only person she could really trust on telling her the God honest truth was Daedalus... Everyone else had their biases. Biases Olympia didn't want nor need.

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