[ an entertaining performance? absolutely not. but... it was at least adequate, he'll give her that much. she's played her part as well as any human could possibly do it.

now, all that's left is to play his. to make his wish come true. to wipe the stage clean of those last stains of humanity.

with the grail in hand, full almost to overflowing - and yet not quite complete, still waiting on one last tainted drop - he turns towards her, smiles wide. ]

Ah, I've just had a wonderful thought! A perfectly fitting end to this sordid little tale. [ he speaks to her as if he didn't just drug her - as if she's capable of truly feeling the fear that should be running through her veins. (that would be, even like this, if she had a lick of sense.) ] What if I really did erase you from Proper Human History? An idol, beloved by all, so greedy as to wish for more... forgotten by every last human on this wretched planet.

[ it doesn't matter whether it's the truth. it doesn't matter that she won't fear a word out of his mouth. he's rehearsed each line a hundred times over, prepared since the moment she first saw his pathetic, wretched form hunched against her. he crouches down, reaches out. those beautiful, elfin fingers stroke at her cheek. ]

Wouldn't that be a perfect, tragic end for such a gullible Master?