[center][h1] Lancer - Percival Lily - Miyama Town - Nementon[/h1][/center][@Cu Chulainn] [@Dosthou]	

For a time he had simply lied there. Resting. There was no need for a servant to sleep, to eat, to rest. Yet there were things that he saw, things that he had done. His body figuratively ached, even if the memory of that battle was only in his mind. It was a conflict to burn itself into the very core of the young hero. 

The Lancer that returned to Hamel, covered in ash and mud was not the same one as the one who left the swamp for a frivolous desire. He was taller, and perhaps more sullen.

Well, at the least staring up into the sky that seemed to hold no hint of the malice and tragedy that had been visited upon the land yesterday the neutral expression of Percival simply took in the world instead of acting out in his strange manner for once.

It was in a sense a beautiful day if one did not consider the deaths in Miyama. The Red Knight, Ither had made sure of that.

That man had come here too, huh? Well.

His words were unkind, yet not undeserved perhaps. Unlike many others they did not quite strike the boy so cleanly. But rather they were words that stuck to what had happened, that mixed in with the memories of the day before. Under the weight of those two things even his ignorant mentality found itself pressed down, forced to listen. In a sense it was an introduction of something that was not within Percival to begin with. A heroic spirit, a servant was a fixed existence but...

A world had ended, a world had been born. With the flames and clash came the simple end of many stories, of lives. It was an utmost tragedy. It could have been worse. But perhaps if he had used his armor earlier that man would have come quicker. What an event to burn into one's very soul.

But confronting that great hero.

Crossing his own fists with ruler. 

After being saved by Ruler the man who protected the Grail War walked off, no doubt with many new things to do in the wake of the incident being finished. 

Despite his body not holding any of the wounds he felt the touch of the man’s iron-like body and his full presence as he was acknowledged.

Some encounters would burn into one’s core. Perhaps in a sense he had been damaged from that fight, from that fire. His spiritual core was fluctuating, growing unstable. Which experience was the one that effected him most?

Ah, someone came. It was a man he shouldn’t fight, a man he probably could not beat. But he already fought someone even more like that. In a sense that man matched that great hero as a monsterslayer, but as a hero… Well, to compare anyone to Ruler was unfair.

With a "hup!", Percival leapt to his feet, flowers scattering as he rushed to the entrance with a smile. “I’m Lancer. That sounds fine to me. Why don’t we play?”

Some things perhaps didn’t change. The kid was still just a kid no matter what sins were visited upon him.