[ It's hardly Avenger's fault that the boy she'd known had been even more tool-ish than a normal Emiya would typically be okay The reaches of the giant, vaulted chamber were nowhere near silent even now, at the very crack of morning where this floor's creatures were no threat to either of them; a distant watery breeze, and the echoing of underground noise through winding tunnels. ]

Uh-huh. [ He raises up from where he'd been crouching on his haunches to stand upright on his care feet. Folding his arm across his chest, Avenger leans forward slightly. More than a trace of cheerful taunting threads through his voice; ]

What do you think I mean? [ Then he leans back, sighing to himself and eyes briefly sliding shut. They open again. ] I mean, it's hard to communicate with people unless I nab a decent shell, and he happened to fit the bill.

[ He'd got soaked in the contents of the Holy Grail without dying an instant, painful death that one time, and that was enough to qualify as contact since the idiot hadn't been a Heroic Spirit. Plus, the Servant been looking for somebody to keep the ball rolling during the time loops. ]