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'You've reached Lord El-Melloi II. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.'

[network username: silverrose]

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[hoshikiri]

Waver... [There's... something in his tone. Whatever it was, it was not positive. Takame didn't know what it was. Angry, sad, threatening, reprimanding, concerned. All of those but none of them at the same time.

And yet once again he could say nothing else. If only because, well. He would be a hypocrite. Heavens knew Takame couldn't afford to be a good person in being the Warrior of Light. The others were, but he was not simply by virtue of what he was before that.

Maybe they're alike in that regard. But Waver's hands weren't stained like his were.]

... My view of you will not change.

[fionnuisce]

...Yeah, I know.

[They were stained enough. As far as his actual successor was concerned, Kayneth had died because of Waver's actions. Which was true, if in a far more direct way than Reines could have possibly known. There was no one alive who actually knew what happened that night. He had never said a word to even the people he trusted, not until now. Out of a reluctance to think on that night? Maybe. Or maybe it was some measure of guilt.]

[No mage could ever hope to refrain from shedding another's blood, and most wouldn't care to hesitate. But he wasn't Kairi, wasn't Maiya, and definitely wasn't Kiritsugu--even after all this, he was still just a coward too weak to fight on his own and too afraid to try.]

Sorry--it's late and all I've done is talk your ear off. I guess I got a bit sidetracked.

[hoshikiri]

[Few were as bloodstained as Takame was. It was his blade that came down on so many, innocent or guilty.

He shook his head.]

Not at all. I was the one who reached out to you and I do not mind listening. Again, thank you for your help. I'll not occupy anymore of your time.

[fionnuisce]

No--it's fine, honestly. You can come to me anytime with whatever you need, about contract things or otherwise. It's not a problem at all.