[Taking a deep breath, he pushed loose hair from his face and stared down Iskandar with sharp and focused green eyes--the stare of a fledgling lord, not a loyal retainer.]
I'm not. [He snapped that a little too harshly, pulling back to a severe tone with a sharp edge.] I've never seen you before, but I know you to be the Rider of the Fourth Holy Grail War waged ten years ago. I was a young and foolish Master then--but not yours, King of Conquerors. I don't doubt that you speak truthfully; this is a situation I was beginning to expect, and to that I say I both am and am not the person you knew.
[Waver took his right hand from his pocket, holding it up; though one of his three Command Seals had now faded, the shape was unmistakable. It had never changed, and he had no reason to believe that would be different across timelines.]
My name is Waver Velvet--Lord El-Melloi II. I am a Knight of Fianna and oathsworn lord contracted both then and now to the hero you no doubt know as Lancer.
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I'm not. [He snapped that a little too harshly, pulling back to a severe tone with a sharp edge.] I've never seen you before, but I know you to be the Rider of the Fourth Holy Grail War waged ten years ago. I was a young and foolish Master then--but not yours, King of Conquerors. I don't doubt that you speak truthfully; this is a situation I was beginning to expect, and to that I say I both am and am not the person you knew.
[Waver took his right hand from his pocket, holding it up; though one of his three Command Seals had now faded, the shape was unmistakable. It had never changed, and he had no reason to believe that would be different across timelines.]
My name is Waver Velvet--Lord El-Melloi II. I am a Knight of Fianna and oathsworn lord contracted both then and now to the hero you no doubt know as Lancer.