[What can she say, about keeping secrets? Nothing. What she does instead... is「look」when she feels the urge... But sometimes, it's more interesting not to. To play as if she were just a mortal herself who had no idea who would live and who would die, what bound them, and where their paths led. Not that those things were ever set in stone... though over time, she had become very good at judging the likelihood.
She loved being surprised, still. That was the whole point of the world, in fate being some false thing that humans believed in just to avoid responsibility. It was the freedom over choices, the way those choices changed the outcomes... That was the beautiful part. That is why she is here, on this roof, watching Shard-bearers below them exercise what freedom they had to decide what they would fight for and how they would do it.]
Direct intervention...
[Her eyes that should be dark, dark pools but are now hidden by the perfect mask of blue linger on her own hand for a moment, follow the trail of smoke from her pipe, before she looks back over at her company. And she half-smiles, like she finds it amusing to think of someone like herself doing something as silly as fighting in the streets or clawing for an Oracle, like she knows something. Like,]
Wouldn't that be almost unfair... ?
[She has the freedom yet to choose, as she had over so many centuries. And she had always chosen neutrality, because the consequences of her choosing a side, or a selfless cause, well...
It would be far more of a certain outcome then, wouldn't it? And where was the fun in that?]
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She loved being surprised, still. That was the whole point of the world, in fate being some false thing that humans believed in just to avoid responsibility. It was the freedom over choices, the way those choices changed the outcomes... That was the beautiful part. That is why she is here, on this roof, watching Shard-bearers below them exercise what freedom they had to decide what they would fight for and how they would do it.]
Direct intervention...
[Her eyes that should be dark, dark pools but are now hidden by the perfect mask of blue linger on her own hand for a moment, follow the trail of smoke from her pipe, before she looks back over at her company. And she half-smiles, like she finds it amusing to think of someone like herself doing something as silly as fighting in the streets or clawing for an Oracle, like she knows something. Like,]
Wouldn't that be almost unfair... ?
[She has the freedom yet to choose, as she had over so many centuries. And she had always chosen neutrality, because the consequences of her choosing a side, or a selfless cause, well...
It would be far more of a certain outcome then, wouldn't it? And where was the fun in that?]