âȘâżâ« âMaster!â
   THE SINGLE WORD left his lips in shock. Confusion lighting up his teal eyes when he caught sight of the other. To be honest, things had been in such disarray since heâd arrived, part of him had been expecting to not see him for quite some time. And yet, when heâd caught sight of the familiar face in the crowds, heâd raised his hand and called towards the other.
   Hoping the other would hear him. âThat is... you, right?â
   Would the other remember him? Heâd noticed since arriving here from CHALDEA that some memories were more... favorable then others. There was a chance the other wouldnât recall him. And? If that was the case, LANCER would feel just awful approaching him. But... he had to try.
   Since arriving to this STRANGE ISLAND nothing had been normal. As a Chaldean servant, he was used to a certain amount of chaos - the amount of servants, the singularities, everything. But, all of that... was at least normal for there. Since arriving here? There were no HOLY GRAILS, and many MASTERLESS servants... The chance for even a hint at normality was enough to cause the Irish warrior to approach. âOf course... if Iâm mistaken, Iâm more then happy to take my leave. I wonât be any trouble.â Even if it was him - if he didnât remember him? It was best to make this offer. He wouldnât hassle the boy...