[ Before he came here, this kind of treatment and reality wouldn't have bothered him. Hell, up until that shared dream, it wouldn't have bothered him. A Servant is, in the end, a familiar for a mage to use. They are nothing more than that, despite the memories of the Heroic Spirit's life, despite their sense of self. None of that matters when they're just there to help their Master win the Grail War. The compulsion spell in Dorchacht is little different from a Command Spell, just far more present and unlimited in nature. Unlike most Servants, Berserker didn't care due the nature of his existence. He was nothing more than a tool for his Master to use and he was fine with that.
A part of him wishes he could go back to the apathy and the understanding of being nothing more than a tool. It would stop this ache in his chest he can't do anything about -- emotions, even the muted ones he has now, are still a lot for him to process.
He looks back at Geralt with a faint smile. ]
When we're back in Aefenglom, I'll buy you a drink.
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A part of him wishes he could go back to the apathy and the understanding of being nothing more than a tool. It would stop this ache in his chest he can't do anything about -- emotions, even the muted ones he has now, are still a lot for him to process.
He looks back at Geralt with a faint smile. ]
When we're back in Aefenglom, I'll buy you a drink.