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[h1][color=fff79a]Adina Allaua[/color][/h1][h3]Tomb of Gül Baba, District II[/h3]
Addressing: [@AThousandCurses][@ShadowKingman][@Astarte]
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Adina's stomach sank at the boy's reaction. Of course, she knew in the back of her mind that it was still wholly possible the other magus was far older than their appearance let on, but his tone, the way he carried himself, everything told her that it wasn't some sort of facade. He was leaving obvious openings, he hadn't even opened his Magic Circuits, and he was entering ground where she could kill him with a thought even if he was more powerful than her. Whether by her instincts or a simple analysis of the facts, everything pointed to this being an actual child. 

Was he the chosen representative of a family? What sort of family would send a child to a war? Could he have stumbled into this somehow? But, how shoddy would the summoning system need to be to permit that?

It was fortunate that the other Servant had stepped in when she did, at least. If she hadn't, Berserker's jaws might have snapped around his neck before she could tell him to stop.

[color=fff79a]"...you're really lucky, Kelemen."[/color] The words were faint, audible but only just. Even if he did know what he was doing, she couldn't stomach the idea of allowing a child who probably didn't even understand to march into an early grave. There was no magical authority in this region she could direct him to, nor could she afford to ally with him- she would have enough trouble protecting herself from Berserker, let alone someone else. And if she just left him alone? Then the scene in front of her would repeat with someone else in her place, and if it did...

[color=fff79a]"Most of the Masters here would have killed you when you started walking over, you know."[/color]

At the end of the day, he said that he was here to compete in the Holy Grail War, and his Servant echoed that sentiment, but his actions did not mirror that. Someone here to fight in a war did not walk towards an enemy with their guard down. His Servant said that he was aware of what was going on, but that hardly seemed to be the case. So then, what-

[color=fff79a]"...you know, then. You're a Servant, you know what this war is and you know how unaware he is, and you [b]didn't tell him[/b]."[/color]

A glance was spared over to the other woman, the Servant. The radiance she gave off was befitting of a hero, something entirely different from the all-consuming hunger of her own Servant, a power that could crush Adina with ease. The sounds leaving her body, most of them [i]forte[/i], was enough to verify that much. It was something reminiscent of the stories she'd been told about the great Ancestors, the will that flowed through her when she channeled those old dreams. And yet, rather than fear or awe, she felt disgust. 

[color=fff79a]"Is it because you know that if he knew what he has to do and have done to him in this, he wouldn't compete? [b]Do you really want your wish so badly that you'd put a kid in harm's way to have a shot at it?[/b]"[/color] A pause, breath hitching up as a hand balled up into a fist at her side. She didn't understand it herself, why she was so riled up by this, but- 

[i]A girl, made to walk alongside death from the moment she could speak, as had already been ordained by another.[/i]

[color=fff79a]"...don't bother answering. If you're [i]supposed to be a hero[/i], you should have killed yourself once you realized who your Master was, so he didn't have to participate in a death match. You'd have removed yourself from the war, so a [b]kid[/b] wouldn't be a target. But apparently I'm expecting too much."[/color]

Her eyes flitted back down to the boy, now behind the Servant, as she let out a small sigh. A song she had never learned filled her mind, as she felt that familiar pain lance through her, magical energy starting to flow. In spite of it, her expression shifted, brightening back up as a smile slid back onto her face.

[color=fff79a]"Anyway, nice to meet you, Kelemen! I'm Adina. No hard feelings, but I'm a little mad at your partner right now. It's probably a good idea if you step away from her a bit, cause I don't want you to get caught in the crossfire. Maybe just walk back but don't quite leave the Bounded Field, alright?"[/color]

Her tone, which had softened for a moment, froze back over as she returned her attention to the Servant. Her own partner could doubtlessly feel it through their connection- anger, disbelief, and something else buried under the two. Perhaps Berserker would be excited; it was clear that he was about to be given permission to strike out. But, not yet. Just a little bit longer, because-

[color=fff79a]"Hey, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you now to get him out of the war, before he bumps into someone more willing to slaughter a kid. You've got one shot, make it persuasive."[/color]