For the moment, the doctor did not focus on the loss he experienced without Marisbilly. How did a Servant feel to outlive their Master? Even though he was no longer Solomon, there was bond forged between them that had been unique, as typical with those relationships went. It was just unnerving. It was the Servant who should have been the one helping their Master until their time is up, then vanish from the present. He lowered his gaze and uttered a quiet "thanks".
But for the rest-
Roman opened his mouth, but the string of excuses about how he didn't choose him to be summoned (nor the Heroic Spirit whom they had no catalyst to pull) all but died on his lips. He inspected his expression carefully. The cold voice. The way his eyes narrowed and his face contorted in displeasure. All signs of anger, but also... of frustration. Perhaps in another Chaldea, Roman would have lowered his head and take this just as a sign of what he deserved in his deep self-loathing, he never expected people to like him, but the opposite, it was only natural to hate and blame him. He didn't shoulder the secret guilt to scar him now. His time as a human being had been relatively spent in freedom until Marisbilly's tragic accident. This allowed him to read people, just a bit better, than he would be able to.
He was worried. About his students, he realized. That perhaps only he was the one saved.
He straightened his shoulders and rose with a serious expression. He bowed, one of the habits he picked in Japan during his journey. "I apologize for my lack of experience that brought you here, Lord El Melloi II, perhaps in the future we'll be able to reunite you with your students," he said, although he didn't want to make false promises, hope was fine, even for a pessimistic man like Romani. "However--" He lifted his face and straightened. Roman disliked confrontation, preferred his cowardly retreats to avoid upsetting people. Nonetheless, he was acting as the leader now. He had to show some resolve.
"This is no farce. Humanity is facing extinction. And, as irregular this is, you're housing a Heroic Spirit that could help us- no, help the world. So I have to ask you, as acting Director of Chaldea to help us, help humanity, to solve this. " He chose his words carefully next and gave them the weight to not just appeal Waver's sense of ethics, which if he remembered he had those, but also as a magus. "It is in my power to assign this ordeal as a 'Grand Order'."
Grand Order. The highest order of mission carried out by magi.
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But for the rest-
Roman opened his mouth, but the string of excuses about how he didn't choose him to be summoned (nor the Heroic Spirit whom they had no catalyst to pull) all but died on his lips. He inspected his expression carefully. The cold voice. The way his eyes narrowed and his face contorted in displeasure. All signs of anger, but also... of frustration. Perhaps in another Chaldea, Roman would have lowered his head and take this just as a sign of what he deserved in his deep self-loathing, he never expected people to like him, but the opposite, it was only natural to hate and blame him. He didn't shoulder the secret guilt to scar him now. His time as a human being had been relatively spent in freedom until Marisbilly's tragic accident. This allowed him to read people, just a bit better, than he would be able to.
He was worried. About his students, he realized. That perhaps only he was the one saved.
He straightened his shoulders and rose with a serious expression. He bowed, one of the habits he picked in Japan during his journey. "I apologize for my lack of experience that brought you here, Lord El Melloi II, perhaps in the future we'll be able to reunite you with your students," he said, although he didn't want to make false promises, hope was fine, even for a pessimistic man like Romani. "However--" He lifted his face and straightened. Roman disliked confrontation, preferred his cowardly retreats to avoid upsetting people. Nonetheless, he was acting as the leader now. He had to show some resolve.
"This is no farce. Humanity is facing extinction. And, as irregular this is, you're housing a Heroic Spirit that could help us- no, help the world. So I have to ask you, as acting Director of Chaldea to help us, help humanity, to solve this. " He chose his words carefully next and gave them the weight to not just appeal Waver's sense of ethics, which if he remembered he had those, but also as a magus. "It is in my power to assign this ordeal as a 'Grand Order'."
Grand Order. The highest order of mission carried out by magi.