He eyed her ponderously over his wire glasses, wondering how far he could go with his explanations before the memories of the Fourth Holy Grail War compelled him to freeze or attempt to flee. Not even a decade of time and distance had been enough to heal the wounds on his psyche, and in many ways Waver was as haunted as Anna was by the things that no one could change.

Tipping the ash from his cigarette into the dirt, he mulled over all of this with a tightened jaw before finally releasing a sigh.

She deserved some answers.

"You're right," he said. "There's seven classes of hero the can be summoned they the Grail to participate in one of its rituals. Rider is one of them, and the one that came to me when I made my covenant a decade ago"