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[puppy_lancer]

Hey.

[Lancer doesn't care that it's anon. His vision is blinking in and out. It's hard enough to type as is. And videos and voices were out of the question. He was coughing too hard to say anything coherent]

This is Lancer. I've got a confession to make. Haha. Confession. I'm in a Cathedral. Get it? Anyway, if you ran into a blonde girl in armor calling herself Ruler or Jeanne the last few days, it's probably me. If she flirted with you, then it was mostly likely me. If she made out or groped you, then it was definitely me. I got changed into her body and I've been there a couple of days now.

Forgive me, everyone, for doing such things to you.

Forgive me, Ruler, for my crime against you.

Forgive me, God, for Sinning.

Ruler, please be alright. Even if my form is a sinful one compared to your own, it would be best if you could live in it. You are a good person, an important one, and a better hero than I could ever be. I am sure that God will protect you.

[He feels like dying, and at this point, he can't tell which memories are his anymore. So he just wants to get this out while he still can.]

Can you...pray for me?

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[lance_of_orleans]

Actively desiring death is a sin.
But if you are angry at me, you can come. I will probably not resist.

[scorchedchivalry]

I feel no such need for vengeance.

[lance_of_orleans]

I have sinned. Sullied myself as well as a borrowed body. I am unsure of what to do now except offer my aplogies. The Lord sends me no answer.

[scorchedchivalry]

You have disgraced yourself, Lancer. If you were a knight, I would hack off your spurs and take your shield, hanging it upside down for all to see and until you regained your honor.

You have already hung your shield thusly for all to see. Bear your dishonor until you regain it.

[lance_of_orleans]

My shield is not here. Neither is my standard.

[She pauses for a minute, straining her mind. Did she ever hold a standard?]

I do not know how my honor can be regained. I think I could render service unto the one I have wronged, but I am unsure about how I should proceed.

[scorchedchivalry]

I was speaking in metaphor as this message of yours serves the same function.

Honor is regained through service and valor. You may pledge yourself, swear an oath of fealty, to another. In time, your honor would be restored.

[lance_of_orleans]

My loyalty is already given to France and God.
No, to the Holy
No, I had a Master once, did I not?


Saber, who was my Master?

[scorchedchivalry]

Misaya Reiroukan.

By your own words, she is no more.

[lance_of_orleans]

I cannot remember meeting anyone of that name.

[But just looking at the name brings up a warm, fuzzy feeling, as if this person was important to her once.]

Saber, how did I describe her? Why can I not remember anything about her?

[scorchedchivalry]

You did not describe her.

[She doesn't know the answer to that last question, so she stays silent on it.]

[lance_of_orleans]

She must have been a good, devout person. I am sure her soul is with God now.

[Otherwise, how could she have liked Misaya so much.]

She must be ashamed to see me like this.

[scorchedchivalry]

I will not speak for her.

[lance_of_orleans]

Thank you anyway, Saber. For telling me what you know about her. I hope I will be able to remember her. And remember that I am Lancer, not Ruler.

[But it was gradually getting harder.]

[scorchedchivalry]

Should you change your mind, the mercy of my blade will still be here.

[And she shuts her end off.]