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Man you ever think about. How terrifying it’s gonna be for Goredolf the first time he witnesses Guda’s chronic isekaitis.

Imagine being one of the last of a handful of human alive, completely dependant on one (1) person who has the potential to be a master, and one day they’re late and you barge in their room to chew them out and they just. Don’t wake up?? And of course you’d read about it in their files, but these were only words on paper back then, and now you realize just how much has been edited out, and now the one hope you all hang upon might be dead.

So you rush through the ship and call for Mash, call for Da Vinci, call for anyone really, and they come and they see and they tell you “it’s fine. it’s fine. it happens sometimes.” “it’s fine. it’s fine. they’ll come back. they’re stronger than you think.” “it’s fine. it’s fine. sit down. breathe in. you’re really pale.” Of course you are! Of course you are! Humanity’s Last Master won’t fucking wake up! This isn’t normal!!

And they briefly wake up, once, gasping for air, trembling all over, and you’re almost relieved, but they reach out and grab your collar and speak “They’ll take me back soon. I don’t have much time. Listen carefully.” And then they speak of dreams and illusions and drop many names with fondness and you can’t help but be filled with dread (Jack the Ripper?? The serial killer??? Mordred?? The Knight of Treachery???)

And then they fall back on their pillow and they’re gone again, and you’re still here, and all you can do is wait. Powerless. As you’ve always been.