Nightmare; or, the Call of Love and Hate
Narration: ...I can't see anything.
Narration: Black. Dark. Lightless. There was only a sinking sensation, like I'd fallen into somewhere very, very deep.
Narration: Or is there nothing there to see? I don't know. I can't even tell whether my eyes are open.
Narration: Where am I? I don't know. Am I standing or sitting?
Narration: I try to speak. My lips don't move. My tongue doesn't move. No sound comes from my throat.
Narration: Ah. Am I in a bad situation?
Narration: My body does feel heavy...
???: Looks like you have fallen deep.
???: But yes. It's probably why it was you of all people.
???: Welcome, Fujimaru. Welcome to the deep place where all sorts of carcasses fall, sink, and remain.
???: ...Hmph. What's with that look? Those lost puppy eyes are a waste of time with me.
???: Of course, time is meaningless. At least in a place like this.
Fujimaru 1: ...Are you by chance...?
???: Do you know me? No. It can't be. You know nothing.
???: Don't you get it, Master? Fujimaru.
???: I have come from a place far beyond love and hatred. And so, I am somewhat...different from the version of me you know.
???: ...All right. They'll be here soon.
???: You must leave this place. I am the one who shall burn away the remnants of darkness festering here.
???: My flames shall scorch your self and soul, and I cannot guarantee your safety.
???: Forgive me. You do not belong in a place like this.
Fujimaru 1: I don't want to.
Fujimaru 2: I don't know what's going on, but I can't leave you alone.
???: ...I see. Then keep up, and mind the flames.
Edmond Dantès: ...What are you doing here, Berserker?
Nightingale: I'll ask you the same question: what are you doing in Master's room? It is the middle of the night.
Nightingale: Sleep is necessary to maintain the health of a human body. I advise you to return to your own room to rest, Mister Edmond Dantès.
Edmond Dantès: I am a Servant. You are as well.
Edmond Dantès: ...
Nightingale: I'm speaking of Master. Our conversation will interrupt [♂ his /♀️ her} sleep cycle. Though [♂ he /♀️ she} may be sleeping peacefully right now...
Edmond Dantès: Peacefully, is that right?
Nightingale: ...Something the matter, sir?
Edmond Dantès: No. As long as [♂ he /♀️ she} is sleeping, that's fine.
Edmond Dantès: I was worried some residual effect might remain in [♂ his /♀️ her} consciousness... No, it's nothing. Forget about it.
Nightingale: Mister Dantès. May I ask a question?
Edmond Dantès: If you must.
Nightingale: It's been bothering me for a while, but it seems an emergency operation will be necessary.
Nightingale: I must take action before it is too late. Leave it to me. I shall pursue the most effective treatment for the injured area.
Edmond Dantès: ...Master is not injured. As you pointed out, I hear peaceful breathing.
Nightingale: No. Wrong, Sir.
Edmond Dantès: ...
Nightingale: I am talking about you. Your mental state is injured. If it's the surgical removal of the affected area you require, leave it to me.
Edmond Dantès: ...What?
Edmond Dantès: Mercédès. I know of your wicked ways, but to go that far seems excessive, even to you?
Nightingale: Just like that. That statement. You may not realize it, but your outbursts suggest that you're mistaking me for someone else.
Nightingale: Swift, decisive action must be taken. Yes. You have uttered troubling nonsense about the sleeping Master.
Edmond Dantès: ...Wait.
Nightingale: No. Measures will be taken.
Edmond Dantès: Don't you dare come at me with a scalpel in one hand and a gun in the other. At least hold the scalpel in your dominant hand. No, that's not what I meant to say!
Edmond Dantès: Why are you watching Master sleep, anyway? You must have sensed some sort of abnormality.
Edmond Dantès: I don't know if it's instinct, or if you sensed something in [♂ his /♀️ her} magical energy, but you are correct. You've read the situation right.
Edmond Dantès: Master is in contact with many Servants, so how did this happen to [♂ his /♀️ her} mental state?
Nightingale: Stop talking nonsense.
Edmond Dantès: ...Mercédès.
Nightingale: Like I said, my name is not Mercédès. You are suffering from an affliction of the mind.
Nightingale: It appears that you do not see me as a Servant. You call me Berserker, yet still call me Mercédès.
Nightingale: I am not her. I am not the woman whom you call by that name.
Edmond Dantès: Of course not. Your Spirit Origin doesn't have the memories of those seven days.
Nightingale: Yet...whenever I hear that name, strangely...
Nightingale: It makes me long for something far away... Something that I no longer possess.
Nightingale: However, as I am still not this Mercédès, there is nothing for it but to take the appropriate measures. Thus...
Nightingale: ...I shall disinfect that mental state of yours.
Edmond Dantès: ...
Nightingale: Oh. He has fled.
Nightingale: ...Unbelievable. Next time I see him, I must be sure to tend to him.
Mash: ...A dream where Nightingale was arguing with someone?
Fujimaru 1: Something like that...
Fujimaru 2: I don't remember it all that clearly...
Mash: What a strange dream. I am no expert in interpreting dreams...
Mash: But if you would like, shall I try accessing Chaldea's database?
Mash: Even I can do that much. It's not like we're booting up Sheba or Trismegistus.
Helena: Oh? Are you trying to perform oneiromancy? Leave it to me!
Helena: Since ancient times, as far back as the Age of Gods, humanity has tried to interpret the meaning of their dreams.
Helena: The most famous of dream interpreter of your modern time would be Sigmund Freud...
Helena: But my dream interpretation is one of a kind! Hee hee. I call it–
Edison: Thrilling DC dream interpretation!
Nikola Tesla: Exciting AC dream interpretation!
Edison: Huh...!? If you shoot AC through your brain, it'll be a “Scanners” kind of head explosion catastrophe!
Nikola Tesla: Haha, you know nothing, furball! AC is harmless to the body! It's even healthy if used in the right amount!
Nikola Tesla: It can do anything! For example, it can observe how neurons communicate in detail!
Nikola Tesla: Let us decipher what is inside Fujimaru's head once and for all!
Nikola Tesla: For example, what is Master's favorite dish? And of course, what is [♂ his /♀️ her} favorite AC!
Edison: Argh! You mean things like what kind of clothes Master likes! And of course, what is [♂ his /♀️ her} favorite DC!
Nikola Tesla: ...What kind of DC...? You misspoke, Edison. You're making no sense.
Look who's talking!!!!!!
Mash: Th-they're fighting again... Those two are really going at it. It's such a childish fight! And they've already come to blows!
Mash: But to be honest, observing the brain is a bit much...
Fujimaru 1: Sounds interesting.
Mash: S-Senpai! I know it sounds interesting...
Mash: But those two may really lay bare everything in your mind. If that happens...
Mash: I have a feeling it would do more harm than good...
Mash: Things like your favorite food wouldn't be an issue... But certain other types of information that might be revealed...
Mash: ...They would definitely cause problems!
Fujimaru 2: No, I'm not down for invasion of my privacy.
Mash: That's right! It's no good! It's not right to look into other people's heads!
Helena: Well said, Mash. You're quite right.
Helena: Things like this must be done in secret. It was my fault for bringing it up in a public place like this.
Helena: Let's put both Lemurian oneiromancy and the dream reading I learned directly from the Mahatmas on hold for today. Yep.
Helena: I'm sorry. And... You two bratty geniuses!
Gentleman & Lion:
Helena: Don't start fighting as soon as you see each other! If you have that much energy to spare, go to the simulator!
Helena: Twenty consecutive Soul Eaters and Spriggans! Work out your extra energy that way!
Gentleman & Lion: Wh-whaaaaat!?
Helena: What did you say!? Be polite!
Gentleman & Lion:
Mash: ...I can't believe what I just saw. That...they really went through twenty consecutive battles!
Mash: Those two looked really determined. It was quite an inspiring sight to see.
Fujimaru 1: Electric Lion's Proud Infinite Battle.
Fujimaru 2: Electric Gentleman's Brave Infinite Battle.
Mash: Infinite... It really was intense.
Mash: Senpai, did you just stumble a bit?
Fujimaru 1: Oh, did I?
Fujimaru 2: I might've gotten dizzy watching the infinite battle.
Amakusa Shirou: Oh, Master. Mash. What a wonderful morning.
Mash: Good morning, Amakusa. Oh! And Jeanne d'Arc Alter Santa Lily.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Good morning! Um, if my name's too hard to say, you can call me Lily, or Alter. Even Jeanne!
Mash: Well, then I will call you Jeanne Alter. Good morning once again.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Yes... Good morning!
Amakusa Shirou: ...
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Mentor, is something wrong?
Amakusa Shirou: The smiles on your faces were simply dazzling. As warm as the sun itself rising into the sky.
Amakusa Shirou: It is truly wonderful, and fills my heart.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Y-you think so? Um, did I just get praised?
Amakusa Shirou: Yes. Of course.
Amakusa Shirou: ...By the way, Master. Has anything new happened?
Fujimaru 1: Nothing really...
Amakusa Shirou: Is that so? Well, then, never mind.
Amakusa Shirou: As I'd expect of the avenging demon who advanced his own mentality to that state. I'm relieved to see that he is doing his job properly.
Fujimaru 2: I think I had a dream about Nightingale.
Amakusa Shirou: ...A dream about someone arguing with Nightingale? I see, so that's what's going on.
Amakusa Shirou: She, too, is perceptive, in a way... No. Never mind. Apologies, I have said too much.
Amakusa Shirou: No, nothing. I was only talking to myself.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: ...?
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Mentor, what are you talking about? I am so confused.
Amakusa Shirou: This is rather a complicated matter. Well, if I had to cut it down to a single phrase...
Amakusa Shirou: ...It's just a dream. The sort that someone like you, who's been through so much this past year, would have.
???: ...You've sunk down here again.
???: Unbelievable. You really are a curious Master.
???: You could have had a peaceful dream, or lain in a dreamless slumber.
???: But instead you come here, to this awful place. I suggest you stop.
???: Do you understand? This place is too dangerous.
???: This darkness is indeed a part of your dream, but one normally would not see this. It is not a place where you should linger.
???: The me here is quite different than the me you know. I may not always be so hospitable.
???: Begone. And forget this place.
Fujimaru 1: You don't look any different to me.
???: ...Ha. You make me laugh! You don't change a bit, no matter where you are, Master!
???: No different, huh?
???: Right. That's correct. I may be different from me, but we are in many ways the same person.
???: I am the Avenger who existed during those seven days, and I am also the Servant who fights along with you.
???: Both of them are essentially me.
???: But, to be precise... The me here, in this place, is slightly different.
???: I show my true ability in these darkest depths. I am one who looks into your soul, that shines brightly like the flames of hell.
Fujimaru 2: You're not going to smoke?
???: ...Ah, yes.
???: I am afraid I lack a light. Or, have I handed you one before?
???: Then, please. My dark flame of vengeance would simply char my precious cigar.
???: (Puff) ...You're impertinent. Even in the black depths of a dream, you try to amuse me.
???: ...Tonight is the night to finish this.
???: This is the cacophony of noise that has accumulated inside of you in consequence of your connection with so many heroic Spirits.
???: They are remnants of dreams, shadows, and illusions. Dark things piled up deep within your soul. In a way, this is your... trash heap.
???: The regrets, resentments, and shattered wishes of the myriad enemies you've defeated. Yes, that's right... everything from love to hatred.
???: There is only one thing I can say to you now: begone.
???: This is my job. It is not something you should see.
???: Through your dreams, you have connected with the memories of many Heroic Spirits, and accomplished much, have you not? That is enough.
???: There's no need for you to take responsibility for even the leftover emotions of corpses.
Fujimaru 1: ...
???: ...But, just in case. Fujimaru.
???: If you wish from the bottom of your heart...
Fujimaru 1: I don't want you to fight alone!
Fujimaru 2: I can't leave you alone!
???: Hahahahahahahahahaha! Fine! Then do not fall behind!
???: Mere droplets, discarded and decayed! Ones that could not even reach anger, but merely sunk and festered.
???: I shall consume them with my flames!
???: My prey is the very carcasses of the phantoms you fought within the memories of the Heroic Spirits that your soul watches over!
???: Hahaha. Yes, let their form be made clear this time!
???: And mine as well!
Edmond Dantès: ...Come, let us eradicate those that wander!
Edmond Dantès: Let's go, Master. We're going to take that thing beyond love and hatred!
Nightingale: ...We meet again, sir.
Edmond Dantès: Indeed.
Nightingale: Master's room is up ahead. Do you have business there? It is already late, and interrupting one's slumber is bad for their health.
Edmond Dantès: No. I... Well... I suppose I'm just enjoying a midnight stroll.
Edmond Dantès: What about you, Berserker? The Mage King's threat is no more. Why are you so on edge?
Nightingale: I am not on edge. I am simply looking for a chance to disinfect your brain.
Nightingale: Your mental state is injured. Your mental state is polluted, abnormal.
Nightingale: ...It's twisted. Injured. Wounded.
Edmond Dantès: ...Heh heh heh.
Nightingale: You are...laughing?
Edmond Dantès: Of course I'm laughing! My mental state is far, far removed from any normal person's!
Edmond Dantès: I am the vengeful demon! I am one who ceased to be human ages ago! I am the Count of Monte Cristo!
Edmond Dantès: ...But I have no need of treatment from you. I am what I am, and I have incarnated as myself in this 21st century.
Edmond Dantès: As long as Master desires it, the Count of Monte Cristo shall exist. As long as [♂ he /♀️ she} continues to fight, I shall lend my assistance.
Edmond Dantès: To put it in your terms, the “injury” to my mental state is one that cannot be cured.
Edmond Dantès: It is precisely the fact that my mind is beyond love and hatred, beyond madness, that certain things become possible for me... It may not happen often, but it does happen.
Nightingale: You are not making sense. Please speak clearly and concisely.
Edmond Dantès: Treatment is unnecessary. Just leave me be, Mercédès.
Edmond Dantès: And do not come near me. Your straightforward ways are similar to Fujimaru's.
Edmond Dantès: And it is quite blinding...to me.
Edmond Dantès: Go check on Master in the morning. [♂ His /♀️ Her} mind and body may be somewhat exhausted.
Edmond Dantès: ...After all, [♂ he /♀️ she} will have had a nightmare.