Scene #3801: On Perfection's Illusion

Owner	Pose
Ainsley	So Ains is seated in her office. Sending word to White Berserker is trivial enough, so the lizard lady told her Servant that she wanted to have a little chat about some vaguely important matters. The lizard lady is seated in one of her reading chairs, with a table brought in and another chair set nearby with some tea steaming in a cup already. There's sugar cubes, too. It all feels very proper. Even Ainsley's posture is proud and energetic, complete with a smile and her tail twitching off the arm of her chair. Flick flick. It's a relaxed air. Important topics to discuss, but nothing life-threatening, one might assume.
Frankenstein	It doesn't take long for White Berserker to make her way to where she was summoned, more so without making any new entrances into the place. With a brief knock, she opens up the door and makes her way in, a book in one hand and her mace in the other. "Master?" she questions in her slow tone, tilting her head slightly as she approaches, moving to sit in the other chair, positioning herself to make sure the Bridal Chest doesn't knock anything over, like the table with the tea. Setting the book aside, this one titled 'War of the Worlds', she gives a light smile, "You summoned, Master?" she starts off, "Is there something you need from me?" her voice is still slow and careful, almost as if she's overthinking what word to say next. "I can help."
Ainsley	Ainsley gives her next words very careful thought. It deserves as much mulling over as she can. With White Berserker seated across from her, she maintains eye contact for a while to pointedly try to create the right phrasing to this question. "Your wish is to create the perfect mate," she begins, and then she gestures vaguely with her right hand in a circular motion, "But you haven't explained the criteria for that." She pauses for a beat. "I would like to understand what you are looking for. How specific is this wish?"
Frankenstein	She tilts her head just a bit more before reaching for the tea and sipping at it, assuming that cup is for her. She listens to her Master's question with a curious glint in her eyes, then looks away. "Someone... like me." she whispers, setting the cup down, "Someone who looks like me, was made like me..." she continues, turning towards Ainsley, "Even if he couldn't..." a pause, how specific. "I. Do not know, what you mean... by specific." she replies in kind, looking around the office, only to settle her gaze back at Ainsley. "You know... of my story?" she questions back, "You know.. he wouldn't... create one more. Just one more was all I asked..." she frowns and clutches the Bridal Chest a bit... "But he.. treated me like a monster, an abomination..."
Ainsley	"You were his darkness." Ainsley speaks this with a certain calm attitude, to display no cruelty, only calm analysis. As she continues, her eyes lid. "He had the same mission you have now. He wanted to create the perfect human being. Perhaps a mate that met all he saw as necessary in another. But part of him realized to create such a thing artificially was empty, and so he saw his own emptiness in you. You aren't a monster. You never were. He was simply a flawed man confronted with a truth he would never accept." "The truth that there is no such thing as perfection." She shrugs after that. "So when you claim to want the perfect mate, it worries me that you will have the same problem he did: Your mate could reject you, or you could end up rejecting him. Is this something you are willing to accept?"
Frankenstein	She frowns a bit, hearing those initial four words, "The.. grail won't help?" she said slowly, her voice sounding like she didn't believe that part. Her face gets more sullen with everything being said, only noise coming from her is the sip of tea. She sits there, listening to her Master, slowly trying to peice together why she's saying these things to her... "So, my wish... is as flawed as he was?" she returns the question back, setting the cup down once more. "The person the grail will create... might reject me? Or me them?" she looks aside, a bit lost in thought at this. What if that was true, what if the grail didn't give her her wish like she wanted, it would only end in misery and another pyre. She pauses a moment, looking towards Ainsley. "Master? You.. said... you have no wish. Why?"
Ainsley	Ainsley frowns when White Berserker interprets it that way. She doesn't look angry. She looks saddened. It's hard to read what's going through her head, though, because her eyes remain focused keenly on the Servant's face. She drinks in the sullen reaction and the inquisitive reply... "The nature of these sorts of desires is that it's unlikely anything will satisfy what you are looking for, because you, yourself, do not rightly know what perfection is. No one does. Perfection is an illusion. A description of qualities that we give to the universe around us for a value that can never be achieved. It is not that the Grail will not help, it is that I believe it cannot help. That there is a possibility that what you seek is something that cannot exist." She tilts her head lightly. "We will still fight for your wish. I just dislike the possibility that you will succumb to tragedy and despair if the wish cannot create perfection. So I want to know if you are prepared for failure." "..." Her own wish. That's a complex problem. "If I had a wish, it would be shaped of selfish desires, or misguided righteousness. Ultimately, I know that I must work for everything that I wish to have, and so I cannot use a magical ritual like the Grail War to achieve that. It would be... childish." She smiles at White Berserker. "Some people have no alternatives. I was born with magic in my blood and found a Multiverse of possibilities." As if she was comparing the Servant to herself. "So I should devote my effort to your wish. Which is why I'm trying to understand it."
Frankenstein	White Berserker gives a brief nod, listening to her Master intently. "So, there... may not be able to have another... me." she pauses a moment, "Then.. if I may.." she thinks trying to find the best words to do this, and fails. "If you.. still want... to fight for something that might... not turn out right. Then I shall. Stay with you, Master." she gets out, "We... can only... hope it does, right?" She listens back to Ainsley as she speaks about if she had a wish. "I.. understand." she gives a bit of a nod, "Then, I shall... stay by you.. until this war... is won. Even... if you do not.. have a wish.. of your own." she gives a smile, "I... will not.. let harm come... to you, Master."
Ainsley	"Because that is what hope is. That is what faith is. Nothing is worth fighting for if you cannot believe in it. So that's why I want to fight for you." Ainsley smiles at White Berserker. "Even if it seems impossible, it's still worth trying to achieve it. Many great things have occurred under this philosophy."
Frankenstein	White Berserker gives a nod, "I would like it.. if you continued to try with me. I will always... do my best for you, Master." a pause, then she shakes her head, "Oh. I am... almost done with.. this book. Can we... go purchase some more?" she looks a bit hopeful, at least there's something to look forward to, a future life with a book reading berserker.