[Out of the corner of his eye, he watches the colors bleed back into her painting. The way it was when he complimented it.

Ah, back to normal. There we go. He has nothing against Hakuno.

Just her Servant. With some amusement, he watched her try and fix her bangs and puts a hand on his hip.

Why did she fight to begin with?]

There wouldn't be a war if there was another way, little lady. [... Ah, hell.] If that's the case, why'd you fight in the war to begin with?