Roman watches him for a long time, not saying anything yet. He looks tired and needing of slippers and comfy pajamas more than Roman does. Until he breaks the tense silence to ask an important question: "More coffee?"

Someday, he'll completely read the mood, but it is not today.

Even if he's reluctant, there's one thing he gets from his anxiety. "You want to fight with the Servants," he says. Not just out duty, when he could use his strategic skills from the control room, Roman has offered to keep him out the field missions in the past. "No matter how you got this, if you want to do it, you should take the chance now you have it. Yes, it'll end someday, and it'll be sad and probably very scarring." He can't mince his words. "But I think it'll be worse if you lived your whole life knowing you had a chance to do it, and you never took it up."