Archer, you're a fucking nerd. That's just an effigy. [ There's an actual exasperation when he says that. Can't stop anyone one reading about him, but you can be sure this guy here will have done his research by now. Kind of a shame, because Archer can be a real jerk too. Caster wishes he was that a jerk now, they could have just gone down to the training hall, punch each other senseless until exhaustion. ]

[ Instead of- having an actual conversation about issues. Ugh, he kicks him in the shin out of annoyance. Without real force, just a childish move. ]

And I could be just a nameless druid who for some reason responded to the summons of "Cú Chulainn" [ It's not an identity crisis, he knows who he is, and never doubts it. If someone else doubts it, fuck them, he's not going to waste his time proving anything. He just hates how removed from himself and his past it makes him feel. So yeah, maybe his spear was cursed, despite that, he never actually wanted to give it up. ]

[ But he also finally recognizes the terrible irony here- ]

The hell, what have gotten into me. [ Caster mutters and runs his hand through his hair. He's suddenly too tired to even be angry or frustrated ] Ranting to you about this, of all people.

[ The Nameless Archer and a shinki at that. Last person who should hear that kind of complaints. Especially when it started with few disjointed memories that just returned. Way to go, Caster just deralied the conversation. ]

[ The part about runes is still an annoying thorn though. "Runes of Creation" aren't that far of a stretch. There was a god who got them from the world's tree itself- a god of Norsemen. Might sound funny, a Scottish witch, teaching Irish kid Norse magic, but mages always used whatever they could and whatever suited them best. ]