Ah, I see... And in that game, there was something on the back of your hand that had to do with its terms, or something like that. [ Manaka presses a finger to the space exposed above the collar of her dress, idly tracing the dark line that extends up toward the dip between her collarbones. ] Do you know what chose you for that one?

[ The Holy Grail War isn't a game, and she wasn't exactly forced into it, but... Still, she may as well ask, in case there's any similarity at all. ]