[ There is a lot of cynicism in his definition of a Heroic Spirit, but now having met both him and Mordred, Gray is inclined to agree that not all Servants are as admired as Alexander the Great was by her mentor. She has difficulty imagining the man before her as revered at all, unless it was by some dark cult.
She wasn't expecting him to actually disclose his True Name, but for his generosity he only gets a blank stare... how sad. But she can at least respond to his next statement with a slow shake of the head. ]
My name is Gray... and I'm not a magus.
[ Though she can't deny that at one point, she was idolized. How much did he see? How much would it matter if he saw everything? She finds the answer is that she cares little for the memories of her village, but the thought of him playing voyeur to her memories of her mentor sends a current of revulsion shivering through her. ]
I'm not familiar with your legend.
[ She almost doesn't want to know it at this point, but it's probably something she should know about for her own sake. ]
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She wasn't expecting him to actually disclose his True Name, but for his generosity he only gets a blank stare... how sad. But she can at least respond to his next statement with a slow shake of the head. ]
My name is Gray... and I'm not a magus.
[ Though she can't deny that at one point, she was idolized. How much did he see? How much would it matter if he saw everything? She finds the answer is that she cares little for the memories of her village, but the thought of him playing voyeur to her memories of her mentor sends a current of revulsion shivering through her. ]
I'm not familiar with your legend.
[ She almost doesn't want to know it at this point, but it's probably something she should know about for her own sake. ]