Entry #1 Scheduled sparring with Jeanne Alter today at 13:00. Duel lasted from 13:00 to 13:30. Suffered minor burns on left arm and cut wounds on right arm, although nothing that impairs movement. Her Noble Phantasm remains as dangerous as ever - heavier firepower will be necessary in future confrontations. However, that possibility seems unlikely, given her stated disappointment in my lack of emotion. Likely due to her summoned class being Avenger, Jeanne Alter believes that resentment is what makes an Alter. It is unfortunate that there is nothing I can do to change this mindset. A weapon needn't have feelings. It is there to kill. I am here to fulfill my mission, nothing else.

Entry #2 Contact with the Divine Spirit inhabiting an adult form of Artoria Pendragon. It seems as though this being prefers the name Goddess Rhongomyniad. I will refer to it as Rhongomyniad from here on out. It appears to write carefully and often in a diary. Upon questioning, she has stated that it is because of memory loss. How peculiar. She attempted to continue conversating, but I refuse to acknowledge one who looks at me with such pitying eyes. I already receive enough of that from the heroes. Such people never seem to realize how irritating such affectations are for their recipients.

[05:01]

Entry #3 Artoria Pendragon of the Saber class (the original, henceforth referred to as Artoria (original)) sought me out after my return from the latest mission. This is a definite departure from her usual approach, which involves pitying me from a distance. I despise it. Both Artoria (original) and Rhongomyniad alike. Though they may be different entities, the way they look at me is the same. Green eyes the color of emeralds. Where have I seen them before?

Entry #[REDACTED] (It appears to be scribbled out.) I remember. Waking the instant Saber left me. She's bathed in that golden light, a smile, her face softening. She's always gone before I can say goodbye. There are too many things to tell her back then, when she left. Too many things left unsaid. "I love you." "I miss you." "Please don't go." But most importantly, "Will this pain stop?"

[05:02]

Entry #4 I will not play wench in the kitchen.

Entry #5 Sitonai. An Alter Ego pseudo-Servant comprising of the Nordic goddess of love Freyja, the Finnish witch Louhi, and the girl from Ainu legend, Sitonai. Her chosen form takes the shape of an Einzbern homunculus. She gazes at me with familiar, yet sad eyes. Her vessel may perhaps know me from somewhere else. I have no recollection of a girl with red eyes and white hair.

Entry #6 Master seems to believe that I should "try and get along with the other Servants", or so he said. I reasoned that the only reason I was summoned was in order to carry out my mission, so trust between comrades will not be necessary unless he plans to keep us together over long periods of time. After I said this, however, he seemed to appear downtrodden.

Entry #7 Master seems to have a proposition. He had noticed that my interactions with Rhongomyniad were somewhat friendly. In accordance, he has asked me to become a 'Diary Buddy' with the Divine Spirit. That may be helpful for cross-checking past events, as my memory is spotty at best. I find this compromise to be beneficial for the both of us. Rhongomyniad continues to interact with me. I find that her company is not the most disagreeable. After questioning why she had chosen to sit next to me during lunch time, she had replied that she found my company sufficient. It appears as though the feeling is mutual.

[05:02]

Entry #[REDACTED] (It appears to be scribbled out.) Dreams of gold and blue and clashing swords continue to come, all the same. Saber is still fading, still vanishing. Her last words are an "I love you." So do I. How long do I wait? When does remembering become forgetting? I no longer know what to do with my hands. There is too much time and I do not know how to fill it. There is only myself and this empty portion of time.