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[From the get-go, almost anyone who knows Rey might immediately sense that something's... off, about her. For one thing, she's activated the video feed, which she just about never does. Second, she carries herself oddly than usual these days. More rigid, her jaw tight. Third, there is a stone cold expression that might startle the faintest of hearts if they're so unfortunate to wake up to this face.]

"Greetings."

[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]

"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.

"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."

[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.

"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."

[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]

[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]

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Why make we friends, knowing each time it cannot last?

[Henry sighs heavily.]

Saber and Irisviel are gone.

I grew up on tales of King Arthur and his court. Never did I imagine that I would meet King Arthur, or see Excalibur with my own eyes. [He huffs a short laugh.] 'Twas a surprise to discover that she was a woman. It was an honour to fight beside her. It was a greater honour to know her beyond her legend. Saber was an estimable knight, and a steadfast friend.

Irisviel was the kindest woman I knew, lively and never meek. Despite the hardships she endured, she met everything with wonder and joy. [Briefly dry, he adds:] Even ghastly furniture. There was no trace of bitterness in her. Irisviel's spirit shone bright. Her company made it easier to endure this long imprisonment.

Being here was a blessing to them. Saber once spake this to me: their time together was once measured in days, not months. Though perhaps selfish when others suffered distress, she was thankful for this place.

May God rest —and unite again— their souls.