Leon was only half listening to the people around him his own eyes darted around as his necklace, a mystic code, clung tightly to his neck (or at least that what it felt like to Leon) as he went about his business. He quickly gathered his resources, and grabbed his own catalyst from inside his pocket. He had kept it there just in case something happened to Albert on the way here. This...this shard of rock in his hand was far to valuable to let that son of a bitch take back. But then the question came....why? Why did he have this specific catalyst? He wasn't the one who grabbed it from the vault they stole the things from. He had been on guard duty being one of the more combative members during the heist. He was felt the rough rock in his fingers and looked down at the intricately carved thing. A shard of the Round Table...was this a game? Was Albert playing him? If Leon learned one thing about being Albert's friend these past three years, or so he knew that the guy was always scheming SOMETHING.
The shard....it felt heavy in Leon's mind more than it did his hand. The question kept racing around in his mind as he made the circle. Tracing carefully, and intricately. He felt his heart beating in anticipation for the toll this summon would do on him. An American summoning one of Britain's most treasured knights? What kind of sick irony was this? It felt so ironic he could almost taste the feeling as well as the dread. Who would he summon? Tristan the Lover? Lancelot the Traitor? Sir Kay Brother of Arthur? Dared he even contemplate what he would have to do to live up to King Arthur himself? Was it possible he'd summon Percival...Merlin? Perhaps some more obscure character from the legends he hadn't thought to research? God fucking damn it why was all of this on HIM? Some people would find it the highest of honors...others more like Leon had a knot in their stomach at measuring up to their station as basically becoming a squire, or possibly a king to rival Arthur to whoever he summoned. "No turning your back...no facing away....straight on...headfirst...never surrender unless you have no options. Father...why?" Leon mumbled almost without sound remembering the lessons. 'I am Sir Lancelot....master I will serve you to the best of my talents.' Leon could already hear the words in his head. His hand tightened into a fist for a moment before he stopped and took a breath, and then another, and then yet another once more. It would be a long night for the Winchester Family Heir...he knew it would be..."I am to accept no substitutes...live up to my own legend...fight....fight for the reasons I believe are true..." Leon repeated the words he had been told so long ago...it felt reassuring to know that no matter what...he had a home to go back to after all of this even for the worse. It lightened up his soon to be existent load a little more.