"What got you intrigued with these...metal things?" The Lancer asked as she looked at the Comet with a peculiar look. Having a greyish-blue paint job, a pair of copperish-iron tracks, a dusty looking exterior with a few insignias.
"Tanks, yes, they are used from the 20th century, a lot of them were built in World War Two, invented in World War One. It was the first point of the beginning of armored warfare, unlike your times with those carts, these are engine-powered, otherwise known as self-propelled without a horse or animals-alike." Liam smiled. "They are believed to be very powerful, only a few weapons are capable of taking them out excluding using Servants, since tanks aren't even magical."
"...So, to say in a way they replace men in war?" The Lancer asked with a questioning look.
"You could say that, but they need infantry to support them and they are more of a support and the force that pushes the enemy forces back. It would be very...satisfying to see a Tank being a Mystic Code. One that'll sustain and tank magical attacks, able to penetrate through magical barriers." Liam chuckled. "But that would take a lot of research and by then, the technology of making tanks would be far off by magic technology."
"Hmmm…" Scáthach hummed as she looked at the tanks. "I believe these are obsolete tanks?"
"They are, these are World War Two and Post War Tanks." The Master answered.
"I can learn a lot of things in this era." Scáthach looked at the M4A3E8 with the dark green paint, a big white star with a circle outline around it. Its 76mm cannon sticking out of the rounded turret. "Your era is truly...intriguing, Liam."
"I know!" Liam giddily grinned. "It's very interesting when I got out to the outside world after a few years of being trained!" His grin then fainted away. "It's...quite a harsh world when I got out at first, an ugly world where nothing deserves to exist…" Scáthach could easily feel his hatred coming through the atmosphere. "But...even the ugliness of the world has its beauty and from there is where I began to love it and accept it as it is. That is why I fight, to save…but not everything can be saved, so the only thing I could do is do everything I can to save it."
"...Liam, you truly are the only Master I need." Liam blushed heavily.
"R-Really? I-I mean-"
"Hush, you're too much for even yourself." The Lancer smirked as she shut her eyes. "You are born like these tanks. To kill. But that will only depend on your mentality, if the men manning these tanks are bloodlusted then the tank will do as they say. But if the tank has good men then the tank will do things for the better. It is like you, your mind are the men manning your weaponized body." Liam blinked at the comparison.
"I...I never thought of it that way…" Liam then smiled. "Thanks, Scáthach-san." The Bearer of the False Third Magic said to the woman.
"Hmm, you're my one and only Master that I would like to serve." The warrior responded. "And you are my partner as you said yourself, it's just the thing I would do to support you."
"Wait, this is the only time you get summoned?" Liam asked the woman.
"To say my only time...no, it's a lot of time, but regretfully, none of my Masters from the past are kind and caring to say." Scáthach looked away.
"Ahhh, I get it now...you feel...neglected, don't you?" The warrior stayed silent before nodding.
"That is one way to put it, Mas-Liam…"
"Well, I'm glad I ain't an asshole." Liam laid back on the couch.
"..."
"Is there something in your mind, Scáthach-san?"
"H-Huh? N-No, there isn't, I was...just pondering, Liam…" Liam tilted his head to the woman. "Liam...yesterday night, I have...a dream of meeting...your Prototype…"
"Prototype huh?" Liam asked as he crossed both his hands behind his head.
"You know of him?"
"Eh? Well, to say no would be a lie, to say yes, it would still feel like a lie." Liam spoke slowly. "Let's just say...we are not on the same page as we are a long time ago." Liam spoke up in a stern and serious manner. "He's me, but not me at the same time. He's a...completed me, but not at the same time."
"What are you saying?"
"W-Well, to put it rather a lot more simple. He is an impeccably mature me with a...more extreme way of thinking and ideology." Liam scratched the back of his head. "I'm afraid when you meet him in real life..."
"..." Scáthach remained silent.
"I don't know what made him...extreme...all I know is...that he's...very manipulative..." It seems like he knew his other self a lot. But the two were...
They weren't different...but they were clearly not entirely the same either... "How long have you known him?"
"Well...I honestly...can't remember...maybe...a year or two? I don't know...exactly..." Liam had a very hard time on answering the Witch's question.
"Very...well then, Liam. I should...best get to bed now..."
"Y-Yeah, g-good night, Scáthach-san." The woman walked upstairs as she stared at Liam for a moment before she continued walking towards her room. Liam laid down his tanks as he looked at them. He looked at every part of his room before he began to place the tanks in positions that would very much be
"So, you've returned…" Liam found himself in the same barren wasteland he always wakes up in. He chuckled before he saw his other self. "What's funny?" His other self asked.
"No, nothing. You've began to act nice, have you?" LIAM merely looked away.
"They're nice...Scáthach's by far the closest to you, is she not?"
"Indeed. She looks a lot more like Asuka…"
"Heh, that's rich, coming from you." LIAM merely narrowed his eyes before looking back at him.
"There are a few more things coming from me and Bahamut." The mature man spoke at his younger self. "We can't keep the other guy from getting into your head, the Alter Ego Class Card...it's far more powerful than the both of us."
"T-That sounds bad…"