Manaka nodded to Walter's words. A tool for her family's bloodline. A tool for her father's ambitions in the Grail War. A tool to fulfill the Holy Church's most earnest wish. She had been made all of those things without any desire of her own, and it was only thanks to her own power that she had been able to reject them.

"Like such a part of you could simply be left behind? That's foolish. There are people who never shed the things that have been done to them, like a scar that's been left behind and never fades."

But when he spoke of his aversion to returning... Manaka laughed, suddenly, the noise clipped and sheepish. "I'm sorry. I don't really understand that part." Dropping her gaze down to the floor, she contined, "To be honest... I'm worried that if I stay here too long, I'll forget who I am."