Arwyn Cadfael Penrith
15th of December, 2004
Night (Phase 1-3)
Lee Valley Park
Hearing Arywn’s words made the crimson-eyed girl burst out in a fit of giggles.
“Mister, isn’t that a bit too metaphysical of a question? Are you a philosopher by any chance?”
“Well, I won’t deny that the Grail has some limitations to its use. Hmm… actually, that phrasing is probably not completely accurate.”
“To put it more precisely the Grail itself is perfectly omnipotent. It's just that the terminal that interfaces with it are riddled with limitations. After all, the vast sea of magical energy collected in it holds no direction or will of its own. It can fulfill any wish, but the method by which it attempts to actualize the miracle is fully rooted in the understanding of the one who uses it.”
“Its a tool with no will. A blank sheet of paper, nothing more.”
Ilya raised her cup of Darjeeling.
“Let's say I wish for a cup of tea. The Grail would not simply manifest a cup of tea from thin air. Well, I suppose it could, but the more likely outcome would be that it would force Leysritt of Sella to brew a cup of tea for me.”
“Hmm… I hope its Sella though….” The girl gave an innocent grin to Arwyn. “Just between us, Leysritt is pretty bad at making tea.”
From behind Ilya, you could hear a victorious huff from the sharp-eyed maid, while her companion let out a barely audible sound of deflated disappointment.
“So I think the answer to your question would be…”
“The Grail can do everything you think it can and in exactly the fashion that you think it would.”
A mysterious glint flickered in Ilya’s crimson orbs.
“As it is normally used, that is.”
Finishing her cup of tea, Ilya placed it on the blanket in front of her. Almost as if on cue, the maid behind her started packing up the tea set (albeit seemingly allowing Arwyn to finish his cup at his own pace). Raising from the blanket with an almost inhuman grace, the white-haired homunculi girl gave a brief glance to the Servant fight unfolding in front of the two Masters, before turning her eyes back to Arwyn.
“But don’t simply take my word for it, Mister. Confirm it with your own eyes. A word of caution, however. The answer you seek cannot be obtained by simply observing the Holy Grail War”
“To fill the Cup of Heaven with the shattered dreams of others is the only way that the nature of that particular truth will be revealed to you.”
A brief smile flickered on Ilya’s face, completely bereft of any kind of ulterior motive or hidden mystery.
“You kinda remind me of Onii-chan, really. The same type of honest cluelessness and overtly honest nature.”
“Right. I have decided.”
With a couple of quick elegant steps, Ilya had moved from her position across from Arwyn and was now standing right in front of him. Before Arwyn could even react, Ilya raised her delicate-looking finger and it now touched the white-haired prosecutor's forehead. Despite the cold weather, Arwyn could feel a mysterious sense of warmth emitting from the finger, seemingly washing over his entire body.
“The answer you seek…. Can you truly find it on your own? No. Do you want to find it on your own?”
“After all, that is without a doubt, the path filled with the most bloodshed and tragedy.”
“This Grail War, more than any other, will require you to choose. To choose your enemies and to choose your allies. ”
“But a choice must be made either way. Avoiding it is not a possibility for you, I’m afraid. While individuals may differ in opinion, neither side will allow a random factor like you to roam about freely. The Association is shackled by its own structure and prejudices just as much as we are shackled by our own past, after all.”
“Keeping all of this in mind…”
Her finger retreated from Arwyn’s forehead and instead she extended her delicate looking hand towards the seated Master.
“Why don’t you join us, Mister?”