Ch'ack Hammer wrote:"It's like a drug," she agreed with a grimace. "And no matter how good your intentions are at first, power wields you not the other way around. I'm not sure if the Servants themselves crave power or if they're just blindly following those that do. But it comes out to the same thing in the end."
"Not a matter of listening. It is one of not understanding. He was born to power. He cannot comprehend the change we experience."
"Nor does he truly comprehend that the Servants crave the power as strongly as he craves gold for his horde."
I have the infinite hordes of the Abyss at my disposal, am nearly indestructible, and you can wave goodbye to your soul if I kiss you, but do you see that going to my head, corrupting me? No, I sit around sipping tea and gossiping, as befits a lady, and occasionally making small wagers with my friends on if a dynasty is going to last past the end of a century or who the survivors are going to be when a pantheon gets blown to tiny little pieces by an 'endbringer liege'.Umm, sometimes I do indulge myself with tweaking events here and there behind the scenes to deal with a really rude person or to keep a skilled hairdressing family safe. Very useful, professional hairdressers. Dressmakers too. I mean who wouldn't organise the fall of a mighty empire, the slaughter of seven thousand, eight hundred and thirty seven clerics across three different religions, and the delivery of a very special pair of shoes to a wellingarten frogsmiter to keep their favourite hairdresser or dressmaker safe?