[ Henry's first response is just a nod and a smile - it's not an easy decision to make, but he feels that Allelujah and his alter ego would be the best fit if he had to tell it to someone. The two light halves have respect for each other, and so do the alternate ones - even if Edward's opinions towards Hallelujah are much less straightforward. There's grudging respect for the other's fighting abilities, some sort of unbidden fascination - but above all, the acknowledgement of someone else as an equal where an equal had previously been thought impossible.
For the first time in a very long while, the two Servants are of the same opinion. Edward is very much awake, but he's invested enough in Allelujah to not try and give Henry debilitating control problems.
Henry gets tea, and as the waitress returns to the counter he recites a sort of barrier spell that would mute their conversation from the outside. It's hopefully long enough to hold until she comes back with their drinks. ]
The reason people like me have to hide our names is because we're relatively well-known back in our homeland. I'm not human, [ but Allelujah already knows that ] I am a Servant. There are a few of my comrades here in Caissa as well - we are figures immortalized by our renown amongst humanity. The legendary heroes of old, gods and kings - we are preserved after our deaths to be summoned again as spirits. One good example is Gilgamesh of Uruk. He featured in legends from one of the earliest civilizations, and thus humanity's collective consciousness remembered him.
[ Pausing here to organize his thoughts, now: ]
We retain traits that we had while we still existed. A Servant's weaknesses can be inferred directly from their legends, and in battle that can give them a lethal disadvantage. Because of this, most of us hide our true names and go by our class names. Mine being Assassin, and his being Berserker. [ A double-class Servant. ] For weaker Servants like me, giving someone else our name is - well - it means I consider you a trusted friend.
[ Maybe for Henry, that is the case. And for Edward, Allelujah is a notable rival. ]
I'm only agreeing to this because you're interesting enough. Now you, the other you - don't go waving this around, or I will turn around and fight you to the death.
[ For once, their transition doesn't seem forced - his voice switching fluidly from Henry's to Edward's low drawl. But then it shifts back again, for the two of them exist in rather stable balance. ]
It'll all make sense, if you know who I am. I am Henry Jekyll, and he is Edward Hyde.
[ The reason for his split personality, his history of playing a game and paying the ultimate price. He is no Heroic Spirit, instead an Anti-Hero. ]
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For the first time in a very long while, the two Servants are of the same opinion. Edward is very much awake, but he's invested enough in Allelujah to not try and give Henry debilitating control problems.
Henry gets tea, and as the waitress returns to the counter he recites a sort of barrier spell that would mute their conversation from the outside. It's hopefully long enough to hold until she comes back with their drinks. ]
The reason people like me have to hide our names is because we're relatively well-known back in our homeland. I'm not human, [ but Allelujah already knows that ] I am a Servant. There are a few of my comrades here in Caissa as well - we are figures immortalized by our renown amongst humanity. The legendary heroes of old, gods and kings - we are preserved after our deaths to be summoned again as spirits. One good example is Gilgamesh of Uruk. He featured in legends from one of the earliest civilizations, and thus humanity's collective consciousness remembered him.
[ Pausing here to organize his thoughts, now: ]
We retain traits that we had while we still existed. A Servant's weaknesses can be inferred directly from their legends, and in battle that can give them a lethal disadvantage. Because of this, most of us hide our true names and go by our class names. Mine being Assassin, and his being Berserker. [ A double-class Servant. ] For weaker Servants like me, giving someone else our name is - well - it means I consider you a trusted friend.
[ Maybe for Henry, that is the case. And for Edward, Allelujah is a notable rival. ]
I'm only agreeing to this because you're interesting enough. Now you, the other you - don't go waving this around, or I will turn around and fight you to the death.
[ For once, their transition doesn't seem forced - his voice switching fluidly from Henry's to Edward's low drawl. But then it shifts back again, for the two of them exist in rather stable balance. ]
It'll all make sense, if you know who I am. I am Henry Jekyll, and he is Edward Hyde.
[ The reason for his split personality, his history of playing a game and paying the ultimate price. He is no Heroic Spirit, instead an Anti-Hero. ]