"No, no- war’s done kid, don’t worry yourself." Cu reassured him. "Grail’s been spitting up Servants left and right. You aren’t the first, and I’m guessin you won’t be the last either." That was a troubling thought… how many were left? What was all of this even for?
Cu grin widened. “Heh, I’m from Ulster- sometime during the first century, AD I think they’d call it now.” he smiled fondly. “I don’t know the exact years, but somewhere in that range. And you? Before, or after?”
A sigh of relief escaped his lips. So he would not have to fight.
But why on earth would the Grail be bringing more Servants into
the world if it wasn’t being fought over? This didn’t make much
sense. Then again, a lot of things in his life didn’t.
For once though, Diarmuid genuinely smiled. Was it because
the other Lancer was or because he held the childish joy of
having an Irish brother to speak to?
"Fenian; the second century. After, you would say.“