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[boneofsword]

From: Archer
Date: October 4th late afternoon

[For those familiar with him, Archer's expression is completely blank. There's no frown, or typical sarcastic smirk. When he speaks, his voice is calm and rather detached with underlying coldness.]

Caster is gone.

His temple and the names he bestowed are still here, so he's going to be back. Be aware that he's not going to remember any of you, or anything that happened during his stay here. If my research is wrong feel free to correct me, but that's based on the knowledge I gathered so far.

[Here he pauses slightly and his eyes flicker off-screen.]

I'm still trying to piece together what happened, if anyone comes forward to shed some light on the events that transpired, you will have my gratitude.

[Archer narrows his eyes, for the first time his expression changes slightly.]

If you want to punch him for being an idiot you have to get in line.

Comments

[sing_for_me]

[Him using those words specifically hit her harder. Her hand grips at the banister. She was still trying to wrap her head around it.]

When you said...he’d come back..

[Was he sure about that?]

[boneofsword]

His temple is still here. Mine and Lancer's names too, and we can use borderlines.

[Archer looks away, his voice gone a bit quieter.]

Another god died and returned not so long ago. That's what I'm basing my assumption on.

[sing_for_me]

[That was true. But still, it didn’t change the fact that he died. Taking in a breath, she looks at him.]

How are you holding up..?

[boneofsword]

[Archer looks at her, and for a moment she can catch a glimpse of grief in his gaze that vanishes as soon as it appears.]

I have to take care of Lancer and the dogs.

[Perhaps after Caster's return he will take time to sort his feelings out. Not right now.]

[sing_for_me]

You need to be taken care of too.

[She answers back.]

[boneofsword]

[For a long moment Archer stares at her completely stunned. Finally he shakes it off and rubs his neck. He doesn't need to be taken care of, it's his role to care for the others.]

I'll be fine.

[sing_for_me]

Yes, you will be. But right now, you aren’t.

[His expression said enough.]

...Have you eaten?

[boneofsword]

[Guilty as charged. Archer's not going to argue, though.]

I have. Lancer insisted on a lunch. He's stubborn enough to force-feed me if I refused. [which he didn't, but it's just going through the motions.]

[sing_for_me]

That's good.

[At least Lancer got him to eat.]

Do you want to sit down? Or maybe go for a walk?

[boneofsword]

...no, I'm afraid not. [he hesitated for a second, admitting then with a small sigh.] I feel better when I have something to do.

[sing_for_me]

Then-- let's do something! Something you like!

[ She looks up at him hopefully. If it'll make him feel better, of course she'd want to go for it.]

[boneofsword]

[Too bad he's the kind of guy who considered house chores as relaxing.]

Hm, I guess I can cook something. [Archer paused.] Is there a particular dish you want to learn how to make?

[sing_for_me]

[As long as it helped, chores were fine. She knew that those helped her get her mind off of things.]

Oh--could we try that tamagoyaki?

[She peers up at him sheepishly.]