Rider: Why are you so quiet?
Waver: Nothing. I was just thinking about how boring you are.
Rider: What? So you were bored after all. Then stop whining and play this game with me.
Waver: That's not it! Even if I get the Grail for a Servant like you who's practically guaranteed to win...I couldn't take pride in that at all. It would've been way more rewarding if I'd contracted with Assassin!
Rider: I don't know if that would've worked. I think you'd be dead.
Waver: That's fine! I have no problems with dying in my own battle! That's why I joined the Holy Grail War! But...
Rider: I don't know what to tell you. If your wish for the Grail was something that impressed me, I wouldn't mind obeying you. But since you just want to use it to get taller...
Waver: Don't just assume things!
Rider: You don't need to be in such a hurry. It's not like the Grail War'll be the most important event of your life--
Waver: What?!
Rider: When you someday find a way of life that you can be truly proud of, you'll be forced into your own battle whether you like it or not. You can search for your battlefield then.
Waver: I can't be the only one who's not satisfied with this contract. I'm sure you don't like it either! Having a Master as pathetic as me. You'd be able to win a lot easier if you made a contract with a more competent Master, right?
Rider: I wonder about that. [Rider pulls an atlas from Waver's backpack and points to a map of the world.] Look at this, boy. This is the enemy I'm fighting. Try to draw the two of us next to the enemy, so that we can compare you and me.
Waver: That's...
Rider: Impossible, right? Against the enemy we're about to fight, you and I are the same. Just tiny little dots. What point is there in comparing how big we are? But that's exactly why I am excited! It doesn't matter how weak or small you are--with a body the size of a dot, I will someday surpass the world! That excitement in my chest is what causes the King of Conquerors' heart to beat!
Waver: So you're basically saying your Master doesn't matter, right? No matter how weak I am, it won't pose you any problems.
Rider: Where'd that come from? The inferiority you feel is actually the quality of a king. You may grumble a lot, but you know how small you are. And yet, you'll still struggle to reach heights greater than you can imagine.
Waver: That's not a compliment. You're making fun of me.
Rider: That's right, boy. You're a hopeless idiot. Your desires lie beyond yourself. 'Glory lies beyond the horizon', after all. In the world I lived in, that was the most basic rule of life.
Waver: Is that why you kept heading east like an idiot?
Rider: Yes. That's right. I wanted to see Ōkeanós with my own eyes. But my dream didn't come true.
Waver: (...He didn't see that ocean?)
Rider: Ōkeanós remains the place I strive for. It's an endless dream.
Waver: (That sea is an imagined scenery Rider holds in his heart.)
Rider: Laugh if you want. I'm just another idiot that dreams the same dream even after two thousand years. So, boy--a contract with an idiot like you is totally fine with me.