That's just the kind of society it is. It's either you're a skilled magus or you're trash. That's it. It's stupid, monumentally stupid, but I can't-...

['I can't change it'. Was that really the case? Even though the aristocracy and highblooded magi were in charge and had been practically since the Clock Tower's creation, did that mean it would always be so?]

[Hadn't he just spoken of his thesis, the ideas on which he had been recklessly willing to stake his life? Hard work could match and even overcome bloodline. Waver wanted to show everyone he was right, to force them to accept his theories and believe him. What if...there were other ways to do that? And if there were, who would even try to change that archaic society if not Waver Velvet?]

[But...no, this wasn't the time to consider such radical notions. He raised a hand to his head and tried to file away those thoughts for later. If nothing else he wanted to finish this train of thought first.]

It...got worse. The Grail War in itself would have been enough to contend with, but there was--how can I really phrase this--an anomaly.