[ A wicked twist on her mouth, Semiramis laughs. The way that she abstractly speaks of it now seems so different from the memories of that mind, recollections that seem all too recent. It is surreal for this conversation, with this man, to not be the dream. ]

I would expect nothing less when the reward is the fulfillment of the victor’s wish, no matter how improbable or abstract their request might be.

[ The Holy Grail is an ancient concept, one in which most likely spans more worlds than her own, just under a different name. Semiramis’ wish is a simple one— but she refrains from going into further detail on that matter. ]

Sadly, I lost that very game before my arrival here.