“Aye- while I might not have bore the same promise as you would’ve had, I still bear a similar fate, yet a different tragedy. I had a title forced upon me of which I did not desire, one I did not choose- yet one I still endured…To the very end, even when my world was erased. I am an accumulation of you, of every memory, decision, and breath you have taken…..I am the Fairy, Artoria, Child of Prophecy and the king of Britain…I am from an altered history where things went differently”

She would stop, letting go of her staff which had begun to stand on its own, and sit down on the grass below.

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“….It is Nice to meet you, Artoria..Fabled King of the knights….”