(Eyeroll, sigh.)
I was bored plenty of times, but I wasn't stupid. That body is wretched and confusing, and you were the one who knew how to operate it. Do you think I was about to lock myself into that dreadful biohazardous scar-tissue prison?
...Thank you. It's just... It's kind of a private matter, and I would feel uncouth talking about my Master behind her back.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019There's something wrong with everyone, Cloud. I think we can both agree that being headmates was a thoroughly unpleasant thing that we will never do again and just leave it at that.
(Finishes off her cake.)
(Smiles warmly and nods.)
Oh, not at all, my pleasure! Just, ah... Please keep this information confidential, if you would. If another Servant learns my name, they learn my weakness, so I must be incredibly cautious.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Oh, come now, aren't you going to finish it? You need to get the energy to regrow that arm somehow.
...Oh, well, you can certainly call me Tesla when no one is around. We Servants generally go by our Class designations, and I am a Caster, so you may call me that.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

"I climbed it! It was just the branch that broke."'