the sensation simply would not cease.Â
   ever since he awoke in this land unknown, archerâs entire form felt as if it were about to break down. his bones felt as rusted joints, creaking and aching with every move; his muscles felt torn in many spots, as if he had sections of himself torn out by a wild hound. a snarl is just barely withheld, teeth gritted and bared to perhaps visually indicate his own pain. he recalled some minor details told to him upon awakening, chief among them that he had a sort of partner within this realm.Â
   he scoffed at that notion. after all, he had already met his end in the fifth grail war because of his so-called partner and her trust in an undeserving and worthless individual. what need did a false eirei have for a master in this land? from his perspective, he should not even be here, in what was only described to him as a sort of afterlife; a bastion for the few who were evidently deemed worthy.
   (their selection process was flawed at best if someone as pitiful as him could slip through the cracks, even unwittingly)
   exiting his given accommodations with a sigh, archer gazed out at the open space before him, far unlike what he had come to know of fuyuki city in his lifetime. the sole blemish on the landscape was a woman, blonde and dressed in a manner that nearly made the eirei turn his nose up in disgust. however, he was aware that perhaps there was a reason she made herself visible here, of all places, and the possibilities raced through his head.
   one such notion stuck out among all others. and it elicited a dry chuckle from archer; surely the ones who were running this so-called afterlife were intent on playing a cruel joke upon him.
   â If youâre seeking someone in particular out, I suggest looking elsewhere. Youâve no business with me, I can assure you. â and yet, archer remained steadfast in his position, rather than simply leaving the woman behind. he would prefer to simply shoo her away and be done with it.
