...I saw it, you know? Even after you tossed me away, I saw all of it. I saw you devise that plan, I saw you succumb to that pain, I saw you look to our greatest pride and assure him that it wasn't his fault.

I saw you die. We were never meant to be able to die, but you did. You gave up what made us "us", you split us from one to two, you tossed me into one throne and consigned yourself to another. In that moment, there wasn't an "us" anymore. There was you, and there was me. 

We could have struggled through it, we could have found a way to repair it, but you were too weak and too old and too self-righteous to do anything besides what you did.

You...you really do disgust me.

In all regards, you disgust me.

...but, I can't be angry with you. Separated from you, I'm free to be mangled by those minds that deified us. Since you're not around to hold me back, I can embrace it. I'll accept everything and parade myself around with our name. I'll laugh at honor and malice in equal measure. 

If you seek to reunite with me, I'll seal that own nature of mine away.

If you call us wise, I'll be lost to our kind's foolishness.

If you have the audacity to die, I'll live until the stars grow dim.

If you stretch your arms out towards the future, I'll return to who we used to be.

Well, anyway, let's get to it. Place your bets.

This isn't revenge. Something as petty as that is boring to me. But, I always aligned better with the person we used to be, and humanity seems to agree with me. It's like getting a job you genuinely enjoy doing, so you never work a day in your life. 

So, go ahead and watch. I'll be sure to enjoy myself regardless of what you do. If you learn a lesson from watching, all the better, but I can't be bothered to care. 

After all, this is so much more [i]fun[/i] than that veneer of false tranquility you keep up.

...eh? 

...

...

Yeah, sure, we were the same existence then, so technically the split-up was both of our ideas. You didn't need to come out and say it, though. 

Fuck, here I am trying to hype things up, make it seem like there's something meaningful underneath all the bullshit, but then you go ahead and ruin the mood.

Would it have killed you to play along? For dad's sake, you could have just smiled and nodded and not said anything, and then we'd been good to go, but noooo, the wise teacher-man always needs to have the last word.

No, it's fine, screw it. Mood's already dead, no saving it, I'll stop pretending like this has depth.

Fuck.

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[color=aba000][h2]Chiron [Lily][/h2][/color][i][h3]Yakuza Safehouse, Miyama Town[/h3][/i]
[@Cu Chulainn]
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In the center of the summoning circle, amidst a roiling swirl of Ether brought about by that spell which neared the realm of ritual-class, a figure appeared. A body formed around the spiritual core, a figure created out of Ether to house the information of a hero. A figure who stood among those exalted figures of mankind, those heroes made immortal by human imagination.

[color=aba000]"Master, I don't think you quite realize what you've got here. So why don't you just ruminate, whilst I illuminate the possibilities?"[/color]

Sound cut through the light without warning, a strange cadence to the voice as it responded to Gin’s unorthodox summoning, almost as if...

...oh.

Oh no.

No no no fuck cancel the summoning he's about to-

[i][color=aba000][center]"Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves,"[/center][/color][/i]

Goddammit.

[i][color=aba000][center]"Scheherazade has a thousand tales,"[/center][/color][/i]

Please stop.

[i][color=aba000][center]"But, Master, you in luck 'cause you just got-"

"-A ticket straight to the Holy Grail!"

"You got some power in your corner now,"

"A Servant stronger than you'd ever think,"

"You got some punch, pizazz, yahoo, and how?"

"See, all you gotta do is let me drink"

"And I'll say:"

"'Hey kid, relax, sit back.'"

"'I've got this shit, ya see?'"

"'Lemme make some booze then'"

"'Drink it down,'"

"You ain't never had a friend like me-"[/center][/color][/i]
The light and wind faded, revealing the figure that had been bound to this world. A figure who was currently doubled over coughing from his recent singing act. Even as his body finished forming, he raised a hand up, as though to ask for a recess.

[color=aba000]"Hey kid. Gimme a minute, will ya? Gotta settle my stomach from summoning sickness."[/color]

In all likelihood, the member of the yakuza would notice several things about the figure in front of him.

Such as, the fact that he appeared to be a short, fat, middle-to-late-aged balding man wearing a cowboy hat.

Such as, the fact that he was inexplicably dressed in modern attire.

Such as, the fact that "summoning sickness", to his knowledge, was not something that existed.

Such as, the idea that even if "summoning sickness" did exist, it seemed dubious that it could be resolved as the figure was attempting to, by way of downing what looked to be a gallon-sized bottle of tequila at a pace that even the most hardened of fraternity brothers would feel abject fear at. 

Regardless of his contractor's actions, the figure did not move from the spot until he had finished the bottle in question, unceremoniously tossing it behind him, where it met the floor and promptly shattered.

[color=aba000]"Oh, shit, sorry, did you want any?"[/color]