It was not without some small amount of hesitation that I found myself outside of the workshop of Leonardo Da Vinci. While I had known the general location, I had never been inside it before. Even when I was delivering the request for her to make Rits a suitable and reliable sword for him to use in defense, the conversation had taken place outside her place.

I wasn't the only one looking rather apprehensive. In fact, it was only Mash who seemed calm. Of course, she did have the benefit of knowing Da Vinci longer than us. Seeing our hesitation, the pink-haired girl rolled her eyes in a manner rather unlike her as she stepped forward and politely rapped a fist against the metal door.

The bespectacled girl had barely started to retract her hand when the door whooshed open. In all her caped glory was Da Vinci, beaming almost like a lunatic at us.

"Ah, Ritsuka! Glad you got my message! Come in, come in!" The Caster said energetically, turning around and waving at us to enter her workshop. While Ritsuka and Mash immediately followed after her, Mordred and I exchanged cautious glances before we too followed after the trio.

Da Vinci's workspace looked surprisingly homey. The walls were covered with paper. Some of it was aged and yellowing, while others were bright and new. Some had drawings and diagrams on them, some tables and graphs, and others were filled with words.

Pausing for a moment, I found myself unable to decipher Da Vinci's handwriting at first. It looked like English, but the letters looked to have been written in reverse. Huh, so there really was a 'Da Vinci Code', then? I shook my head slightly and continued to look around.

At one end of the room hung a pair of wooden frames with canvas pulled over them in the shape of wings. Other models of Da Vinci's famed ideas were also spread out across the room and in various degrees of completion. However, it was the long, slender object covered in white canvas and resting on what appeared to be the central work bench that held my attention.

I had remembered the conversation I had with Ritsuka before we left for the Third Singularity. It had been over what kind of sword would be best suited for my fellow Master. He had a slightly leaner body compared to mine. Muscular, but not as much as I. Therefore, a European-style broadsword like mine would have been ill-advised. A rapier was also out, more due to the fact that most opponents we might encounter would have weapons that could smash past the thin blade of a true rapier.

Rits had then suggested a katana, which had me raising both my eyebrows at him. First other playing into the stereotype of katanas and Japan. The second, however, was more due to his current skill. I reminded him that the katana was deadly due to the one suing it. Ritsuka could theoretically become a master of the Samurai sword someday, but we didn't have time.

Finally, a frustrated Rits suggested a sword called a chokutō. I hadn't heard about the sword before, and so had quickly looked it up while Rits worked on reining in his frustration.

IT turned out that the sword in question was a long, single-edged and single-hand sword that pre-dated the katana or tachi swords of the Samurai. After reading up a little more on it, I had turned to my friend and told him that this would be a good starter sword.

Now, it was time to see if we had made the right call.

Ritsuka took a nervous half-step forward, fidgeting slightly. He slowly reached out a hand to grab the cloth. Da Vinci must have felt that the lad wasn't moving fast enough, or (more likely) wanted to be the one to do the big reveal. She grabbed one of the corners of the fabric and yanked it off with her typical theatrical flair, causing the white cloth to ripple as it was lifted away.

We all breathed in sharply at the sight of Ritsuka's new weapon. Even though the blade was currently sheathed, its scabbard was impressive enough already. It was black and lacquered, leaving a glossy appearance. Int eh center was the logo of Chaldea. I honestly had no idea how the Caster had managed to do it, but the emblem looked like it was part of the material she had used. There were no seams, no stamp marks, nothing to indicate how it had been applied. Da Vinci giggled happily, her eyes twinkling in joy.

"You think that's impressive, then just wait to see the sword itself. Go on, Ritsuka," she urged, and Ritsuka snapped out of his state of awe. More confidant this time, my friend gripped the scabbard and picked it off the table.

I felt a burst of pride as he began unsheathing the sword just as I had taught him. While in combat one might not have the time to be as careful, I personally felt that if the sword was being drawn to be examined or displayed, it was better to be more composed doing so.

Sure enough, Da Vinci was spot-on about the blade being even more impressive. When Ritsuka finished pulling out his sword, I saw that the metal was tinged a faint blue. I could also sense that there was something….magical for a like of better words, to the sword. We all admired the sword, while out of the corner of my eye I saw Da Vinci watching us with a smug look.

"You won't find a sword like this one!" Da Vinci proclaimed proudly, and I couldn't help but raise an eye at the Caster. Granted, she was Leonardo Da Vinci, historically recognized as being one of Europe's most brilliant inventors. We had also come to learn that she could be notoriously boastful about her intellect and her inventions, albeit perhaps deservedly.

The Head of Engineering must have noticed my expression of mild skepticism, however, for her grin only broadened. "Now, you may be asking yourselves, 'what did your fabulous lead designer accomplished?' Several things, actually," Da Vinci said, sweeping one of her arms theatrically before gesturing at Ritsuka's new sword. "For one thing, you may have noticed by now how it is surprisingly lightweight for a sword, but yet still just as deadly. Perhaps even more so, for that's the second addition. Mystic Codes to improve durability and damage-dealing. Short of a Servant's blade, this sword will outlast any others!" Da Vinci then paused and turned to look at me. Her gaze felt like one of a ravenous predator sizing up her next meal. "I could improve yours sometime, too, Jacob."

My hand instinctively went to grip the hilt of my sword. My absent sword. I felt my cheeks warm up slightly and coughed in embarrassment before quickly recovering. "Maybe another time, Da Vinci," I said, and the eccentric Caster's expression became crestfallen. "We'll talk after the next deployment," I offered, and instantly she perked back up.

"You've probably doomed yourself, Master," Mordred warned jokingly as she nudged my side with her right elbow. I merely shook her head. I didn't want her to essentially rebuild my trusty and battle-tested sword. I didn't want to drop it off and find out that she had somehow attached a gun or rocket launcher to the hilt or even the blade itself! However, I wouldn't deny that I was curious to see if Da Vinci could add some similar Mystic Codes to my own blade.

Despite my best efforts, I had noticed that the constant wear and tear of heavy fighting was starting to take its toll on the simple sword. After all, it had been designed to arm a lower-ranking man-at-arms. It was better than the cheap, basic swords that France had been churning out to arm her armies during the Lancastrian phase of the Hundred Years' War (the era in which the Orléans Singularity had occurred in). It wasn't a knightly sword, however.

I was shaken out of my musings by an unexpected weight pressing itself against me. I blink, startled, and saw to my relief that I wasn't under attack. Ritsuka had wrapped his hands around me and was hugging me in excitement. I chuckled softly, pressing two fingers to his forehead and gently pushing him backwards. "You're welcome, Rits," I said, cutting off the imminent flow of words of gratitude I just knew my fellow Master was about to unleash. "I hope you aren't thinking that we're done with self-defense lessons though. Far from it, in fact. Tomorrow, we're going to start cranking it up," I said.

Ritsuka nodded eagerly, my words of warning apparently unable to dampen his excitement. Well, hopefully that will last tomorrow's round of sparring. He had much to learn, not only from me, but Chiron and the others, and we had so little time.

Roman was right. Things were only going to get harder for everyone. We had to prepare ourselves. Ensure that each of us was fighting at peak efficiency. If there had been any kind of kiddie gloves being used, they no doubt were about to come off.

"You got it!"

"Well, sorry to interrupt the, ah, bromance, but we do have a schedule to keep this morning," Da Vinci interjected. Ritsuka's cheeks flushed slightly, while I rolled my eyes at the Caster. "Roman's ready for us." Ritsuka and I both nodded in understanding, with my fellow Master also responding verbally.

"Well, let's not keep the Doctor waiting!"

"Good morning, Jacob, Ritsuka, Mash, Mordred. I trust you all slept well?" Doctor Roman asked, greeting us warmly as we filled into the Summoning Chamber. Despite his energetic display, I noted the bags under his eyes, and how his smile seemed just a tad brittle despite its overall honesty. The man must have been up for most, if not all, of the night again.

"Yes," I said, the others following suit with their own forms of greetings. "Looks like you didn't though, Doc." Roman laughed, shaking off the subtle criticism in my words.

"Well, just because this is a down period for everyone doesn't mean that all of our work can wait. Considering the mess that I was unable to help you guys with last time, I want to make sure that I've got plans for as many potential scenarios as I can for the next deployment," Roman said. I pursed my lips, however, detecting the half-lie in his statement. Yes, he was preparing, but I think it was more than just for theoretical and problematic developments that Rits and I might encounter in the Fourth Singularity.

Two guesses to what he was really focusing on: either figuring out the three Holy Grails thus far collected, or finding information on the identity of the mastermind of the Singularities. This apparent 'King of Mages'. Roman had seemed obsessed last night over proving that this foe wasn't Solomon, his idol. I truly sympathized with the good doctor, but I hope that he won't drive himself into an early grave doing so. He was one of the most important members of Chaldea, after all.

Rits frowned slightly. "Just make sure to not forget about taking care of yourself, Doctor," my fellow Master said softly. "Making all those plans won't matter if you can't share them." Roman merely laughed, however, shrugging off the concern. I noticed that Da Vinci had a frustrated look of agreement on her face as she stood behind the ginger-haired magus.

"I'll be fine. I'll catch some sleep tonight. In the meantime, however! Jacob, you ready?"

"Yeah. Let's see who's listening today," I said rather blithely as I walked up to the switch. Once Da Vinci gave me the go ahead, I pulled the grip downwards, and the summoning platform lit up a soft blue, and machinery began operating.

A few seconds later, and the ever-familiar circles of white light appeared. Like always, they grew brighter and brighter, and eventually I had to tightly close my eyes to prevent any blindness.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall man standing on the platform, a bored expression on his face. He had snow-white hair and tanned skin. He was also rather muscular, if the indication of his form-fitting black top was any indicator. He also wore a black, non-descript pair of pants (also form-fitting, because apparently why not?), and boots, also in black. Thankfully, there was one last piece to his outfit, and this one wasn't black, though the upper half was still form-fitting. The newcomer wore some unique sort of overcoat that was a dull crimson color. More than a few shades duller than the red fabric of Mordred's under-armor, in fact.

The unnamed Servant turned his head towards me, my brown eyes meeting steely eyes, not only of terms of countenance, but also color. His eyes moved up and down lazily, before finally nodding his head at me.

"Archer-class Servant. I have been summoned and come at your request," my newest, and first Archer, Servant said in a bland tone. I hadn't failed to notice the fact that the Servant hadn't given his name. I opened my mouth so as to inquire his identity when one of the other occupants in the room jumped in.

"Archer?! The hell are you doing here, you damn, red-wearing bastard?" Chulainn snapped, staring angrily at the newcomer. Chulainn's fists were tightly clenched as his body shook slightly in rage. In all honesty, he looked to be on the verge of summoning that spear of his and striking down my Archer.

The Servant in question merely raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused at Ritsuka's Lancer. "Seeing as how I just announced why I was here, I think the answer doesn't need to be stated, Lancer." Chulainn's shoulders tensed up, and he held one of his hands outward, while Archer adopted what I quickly realized was his combat stance.

Wow, I never imagined there would be a day where I'd find Mordred and Artoria's 'reunion' to be rather tame. Thinking quickly, and perhaps a bit idiotically, I dashed over between the two, my won arms outstretched in a 'halt' gesture. Ritsuka tugged on Chulainn's outstretched arm at the same time, while out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Mordred had summoned Clarent.

"Easy now. We're on the same side here," I said sternly, glaring at each Servant. Chulainn still looked miffed but tilted his head grudgingly at me. Archer merely raised an eyebrow before crossing his arms over his chest, still standing on the summoning platform. "I take it you know one another?"

"Unfortunately," Chulainn spat out the word. Apparently, the battle-hungry Lancer decided to settle on being passive-aggressive. Not great, but far better than a duel to the death in one of the most critical rooms of all of Chaldea.

"Same Grail War. I see that Caster and Assassin are here as well," Archer remarked. Looking towards the rear of the room, I saw Sasaki and Medea looking back at him. The lips of the former were curled back, as if my Assassin had taken a bite out of spoiled meat. So not quite as extreme as Chulainn, btu there was some sort of a grudge there. Then my eyes shifted towards Medea.

I was thrown almost for a loop when I noticed that Medea's hood was voluntarily down, and in public, but quickly shook it off, focusing instead on her features. She had a sharp look in her eyes, but otherwise was calm. So, another issue between the ranks now. Oh, joy of joys.

"I see that I have my work cut out for me this week," I said with a long, weary sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of my noise in frustration. "Alright, well, I can see that you and Chulainn won't be friends anytime soon. I ask that you both put away your grudges for the sake of the greater good. Am I understood?"

"Fine by me," Archer said carelessly, and I felt my eyebrow twitch slightly. Wow, he really wasn't a team player, even by Servant standards, it seems. I really had my work cut out for me. I turned to Chulainn, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Just don't expect me to like it," he grumbled, whirling around and marching out of the room. As the Lancer was leaving, I heard Archer inhaling, perhaps to shoot a final bard at his old foe, and I whirled around on the back of my heels, not interested in hearing the insult.

To my pleasant surprise, Archer seemed taken aback somewhat by the intensity of my own glare. He titled his head apologetically, and I gave off another weary sigh. "We'll talk more later. May I ask you for your name though, please?" The Archer stared intently at me for a few seconds. During it, I saw to my relief Mordred dismissing Clarent, but I fixed my eyes to look back ahead as my Archer-class Servant began responding.

"You may call me Emiya." Looking away, he stepped off of the platform, and moved to the side. The other Servants present all exchanged cautious glances at one another, unsure of how to react to the apparently abrasive Archer.

It was weird, but in a way, Emiya felt a bit like Mordred. Their shared display of abrasiveness, at least. Though Mordred's seemed to be more of an instinctive act, as opposed to Emiya's. The Archer seemed to have been doing in on purpose. So, an older, more jaded, and ruder Mordred. Yep, this was going to be interesting.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Emiya was the only Heroic Spirit interested in answering my summon attempts today. A few more bowls of tofu, a lion plushie, and a necklace with what seemed to have been a now-spent magical jewel hanging from the chain.

Ritsuka had snatched the plushie without a word, glaring mildly at Da Vinci, and causing me to look at my fellow Master with an arched eyebrow. Okay, there was something there. Perhaps an item that one of his Servants had a connection with, or something? I dismissed it in the end. It wasn't harming anyone, at least so far as I could conceive, and it was also a matter between Ritsuka and his Servants. Unless he asked me to, I wouldn't stick my nose into that matter unless absolutely necessary. It was an unspoken agreement we had made between each other after the Singularity F Incident.

I growled as once more a bowl of fucking tofu appeared instead of a Servant. I stomped away from the machine, scowling. I know that not everything I would attempt at Chaldea would work, but damn. It was really frustrating using up any of our precious and currently limited resources for no gain. I made my way over to Ritsuka and Mordred. The latter gave me a sympathetic nod, while the former gripped my shoulder comfortingly. I sighed, forcing myself to relax.

"Good luck, Rits," I said, making sure to keep out even a hint of bitterness in my voice. I meant what I had told him, after all. Rits looked hesitantly at the machinery as Da Vinci and Roman once more reset the machine. The two also appeared to be in a heated debate, Roman gesturing at Ritsuka and I and then the summoning platform, while Da Vinci herself scowled with her arms crossed.

Seems like I wasn't the only one extremely irritated by the failed summoning attempts. In fact, I daresay that the two adults were bordering on livid in terms of feelings. After all, they were the ones responsible for resource management and all.

Finally, the two wrapped up their little discussion, and walked over to us. "Sorry about that, Jacob," Roman said, still looking troubled over the matter. "You as well, Ritsuka. It looks like you won't get a chance to try for a bit. This wasn't supposed to happen. If you want to try your luck, you can give it a go, though."

"I'm going to spend the next few days seeing what's going on," Da Vinci added, scowling still. "As the Head of Engineering, and more importantly, as the brilliant inventor, such inefficiencies are unacceptable!"

"Good luck," I whispered to Rits as he walked over to the machine. The room grew quiet, as everyone watched the platform anxiously. If there was something really wrong with the summoning system, then the next few months or so were going to be stressful. Yes, there was already more than a few powerful Servants like Mordred, Artoria, Astolfo, Jeanne, and Chiron already present, but therein lay the problem.

We didn't really have enough Servants in some of the classes to rotate them around to avoid running them ragged. Hell, Rits hadn't even managed to summon a Berserker yet, and we both now had only one Archer each. That was also excluding interpersonal drama that could arise if, say, Mordred and Artoria were deployed as our Saber-class Servants for Ritsuka and I.

There was also a second, more selfish reason why I was concerned over today's semi-debacle. I wanted a chance to see the friends we had met along the way Ones like Jeanne, Boudica, and Nero had already done so, but there were ones from the previous singularities we hadn't yet summoned. Spartacus, Siegfried, even Elisabeth and Kiyohime.

There was also those who we had just encountered or had yet to do so to consider. Friends like Drake, a lively person who was interested in getting Mash to be more, well, typical for a lack of better words. I wanted to see if Euryale and Asterios would get together should both answer any of our calls.

So, with that in mind, I muttered a silent prayer to whoever or whatever was listening that Ritsuka was about to get a new Servant. The bands of light once more appeared, and when they faded, I couldn't help but break out into a wide, giddy grin at the familiar cocky twinkle in ocean blue eyes and a smirk not unlike one of Mordred's greeting us.

"Well, long time, no see, guys," Captain Francis Drake, now a Servant, said cheerfully. Ritsuka hurried over as the pink-haired Servant stepped forward. "Francis Drake, now a Rider."

"It is good to see you again, Captain Drake," Mash said, and Drake's grin somehow managed to become even more toothy. The Demi-Servant squeaked in surprise as the older woman wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a headlock, playfully ruffling up Mash's hair.

"Aw, you're such a sweetheart, Mash," Drake cooed impishly, and I snickered in amusement. Poor Mash, but honestly, the poor girl made it all too easy. At least she wasn't really being hurt. Still, I should probably intervene, seeing as how Ritsuka was gob-smacked at Drake's typical antics.

"I knew we'd see each other again one day, Captain Drake," I said cheerfully, as Mash continued to splutter and protest vainly as the newly-minted Rider continued ruffling up her hair in that tight headlock of hers. "I think that you've antagonized Mash enough for the moment, however," I said, and Ritsuka quickly jumped in with uttering his own agreement, while Mordred and most of the other Servants present laughed at the friendly roughhousing. Drake released a red-faced Mash, flashing her an apologetic smile that in truth was half-hearted.

Mash did the closest thing to muttering angrily as she ran her hands through her now-tussled pink hair. Ritsuka extended a hand to welcome our lively friend. Drake continued smirking as she grabbed his arm and pulled my fellow Master into a side hug.

I sighed at seeing Rits turn a bright red as his head was pulled close to one of Drake's, ahem, 'assets'. Really, Rits? "Come on, we'll show you around your new home," I said to Chaldea's latest set of warriors. Drake nodded enthusiastically, while Emiya continued to act as cool as a cucumber.

And with that, we began the time-honored tradition of a tour.

A few hours later, and we were in front of the cafeteria. "And that's pretty much all of it. So, what did you guys think?" I asked, hoping that the two were pleased. Or at least, that Drake was. I suspected that Emiya didn't really give two shits about much.

Maybe that was his personality, or perhaps he was just being reserved. Honestly, I hope it was the latter, because thus far I wasn't getting an impression that he was much of a team player. Sure enough, my Archer merely shrugged, and I suppressed yet another sigh as I turned to Drake.

Thankfully, the Rider had more than enough energy to make up for Emiya's luck of such. "Seems like a grand old place. Granted, I do have one question."

"Fire away," Ritsuka replied to his Servant. Drake's grin took a more sinister edge to it.

"Where's the bar?"

I couldn't stop the sigh this time, and I then shook my head in good-natured exasperation. I honestly was starting to wonder when Drake would ask about that. And I meant when, not if.

"While the cafeteria does serve a limited amount of alcohol during dinner, Jing Ke and a few other Servants, and more than a few staff members, had petitioned a few weeks ago for a bar to be made. It's a work in progress but should probably be more or less functioning by the end of this week."

Drake nodded approvingly. "Good. I've always believed that there's no finer way to celebrate a good training session or mission than sharing a pint or ten with your comrades," the English Servant declared proudly, and I couldn't help but stare rather flatly at her.

While there was some theoretical truth to her words, I personally could think of a few alternatives that were equally fine. Then another thought popped into my head. "I think Boudica's working with the kitchen staff today. Why don't you go in and say hi to her? She's nuts for meeting fellow British Servants," I explained when Drake cocked her head at me.

"Eh, why not? Sides, it'll giver me a chance to sample some of your grub here. You coming with, Mister Gloomy?" Drake added, displaying once more the teasing aspect of her vibrant personality. Emiya adopted a flat stare of his own, before nodding. "Great! We'll see you later then!"

We waited a few minutes, then Ritsuka turned to me once the two were gone. "Good luck with your Archer," my friend said, and I chuckled ruefully.

"Honestly, I'm going to give it a few days before I make a final judgment. Who knows, maybe he's shy or something?"

"Maybe," Rits said, before shrugging. "I saw you talking to Iroh earlier. Did he need something from you?"

"Not really. He just wanted to have another one of our tea sessions."

"Oh, nice! Hope you enjoy it. I'm going to see if Chiron's up and about. See if I can get a head-start on getting a hang of my sword." I nodded approvingly, feeling once more a spike of pride inside for my unofficial student. Heh, now I think I could understand what it must have been like for Chiron, or at least, to a certain degree.

"Just don't hurt yourself," I said, and I chuckled at Ritsuka's indignant glare. "Hey, when it comes to handling weapons, you can never say that phrase enough. What about the rest of you?" I asked as I looked at Mordred, Mash, Jeanne, and Marie. The last two had tagged along, but for the most part had remained silent.

"Well, I wanted to have another bonding session," Marie chirped cheerfully, with Jeanne looking just as pleased and excited about the prospect. Mash was as well, though Mordred looked more resigned. As I had noted earlier, Mordred wasn't quite as vehemently opposed over being dragged into the French Servant's little get-togethers, but she refused to admit what we all suspected: that she enjoyed the chance to be with some of her peers and be accepted for who she was.

I really need to thank Jeanne and Marie properly for helping my lover when this was over.

"Cool," I said with a lopsided smirk. Have fun!" I said as Jeanne wrapped an arm around Mordred, trapping the Saber before she could attempt to flee. My knight shot me a betrayed look when I laughed. Again, Mordred seemed to slowly start enjoying them, but that didn't mean she was quite willing to attend them without any kind of nudges just yet.

"The two of you as well. Especially you, Jacob. I'm sure you have much to discuss with Iroh," Marie said with a knowing look in her eyes. My brow furrowed, and I titled my head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean?" Jeanne and Marie both giggled, and then it was the Ruler who answered.

"I hear you have an important date coming up," Jeanne said with a wink. Mordred seemed to turn paler than normal as her friend continued speaking. "Hope your time with Mister Iroh goes well for planning," my Ruler said with a mischievous grin before turning around, still tightly gripping Mordred.

My brow furrowed slightly as the two blondes walked off (or rather, one walked, the other being tugged along). Why had the Ruler put so much emphasis on the word 'date'? Was there a specific day coming up that I didn't get the memo about or something?

Then, it clicked. My eyes widened, and I felt my pulse increase. Jeanne didn't mean it as in a specific day. Rather, she was referring to what I had promised Mordred two nights ago. That I would take her on a date. Then I realized the two problems Jeanne's parting words implied.

The first was that somehow word had gotten around that I had finally asked Mordred out on a date. That meant that someone had somehow over…Amadeus!

That was only a minor problem, at least for the moment.

The bigger problem, at least at the moment, was figuring out what the hell I was going to do. Hopefully, Iroh could help me out on that problem…

Orginal Endnotes: And done! We all knew that there was going to essentially be what I affectionately refer to as the 'pre-date panic attack' chapter, where we get to see Mordred and Jacob talking to some of their friends (even if Mordred won't acknowledge the French Servants as such...yet), and I can finally reveal what Jacob and Mordred's first date will be! *Cackles fanatically* So, what did you think? Good, and not feeling forced or junk filler crap, I hope?

As for Emiya, I do plan on having him feature more, but that's going to be in the next arc since he does play a major role in the Counterfeit event featuring Jalter. But how did you like the reunion between him and Cu? I hope I did the animosity that the two hold at one another justice! Also, Drake, one of the best damn Riders personality-wise. I can't wait to do the Drake and Astolfo moment one day I am brainstorming!

Now, for the question(s) of the chapter! For FGO players, what are your thoughts on this week's event and welfare Servant? Second question: Do/would you prefer to ask a person out on a date or be asked out? For me it is the latter, actually, but I'm curious to hear what those of you who either do or want to date prefer.

As always, thanks for reading yet another chapter! Please feel free to leave any thoughts and comments! Looking forward to reading them and finding out y'alls answers! I hope you have a wonderful day, and see you next time!

Updated Endnotes 4/8/22: Sorry for the month hiatus on updating this version. Been busy IRL, including getting ready and starting my new job. Thank you all for being patient, and if you want to skip waiting on here, you can find The Will to Fight on mu account on Archive of Our Own. Have a great day, and until next time.