Larasviel von Einzbern

I no longer know you.

Lara's hand stalls. She is attempting to codify the abilities of each of Lancer's Braves, so she and Caster can prepare appropriate countermeasures. But that recollection keeps interrupting her processes. She checks over what she's written thus far; no obvious errors present themselves, but she can't dismiss a feeling of incorrectness about it all, that there's something she has missed.

She returns to her reading. Japanese notions of heroism, it seems, aren't as different from those she has found in her romances as she first imagined. The emphasis on unwavering loyalty and self-sacrifice is similar, and though the heroes she's studied are more likely to die at the hands of others than at their own, the notion of death as a means of regaining honor is evident in both. In the end, the hero's cause is worth more than the hero's life.

In that sense, perhaps, I have made a hero of you.

She bites her lip. This is going nowhere.