Trace Attempt #4 [Action/Temporary Contact Post]

[emptysword]

[He did it, Saber's safe now, and for the time being there's no problems at all with his life.

So why does this victory bring him nothing at all? None of the feelings associated with success came to his mind when he recalled the night.

Ah, it must be because of the revelations that were slammed into his face with the blunt side of a blade swung by Saber of all people. In the span of one night, Shirou found that his father was the product of an ideal gone astray.

The same ideal that he took from him and made into his life purpose.

With a sigh, Shirou decided to leave Saber and Diarmuid alone to deal with their reunion first, while he sorts his head through the mess that just happened.

Thus, you can find Shirou in the park looking pretty damn miserable even after Saber's return, if anyone should decide to look for him.

Or you can just contact him through the feed if you're up for a little chat or two!]

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[unknownrival]

[Well, Issei's definitely going to look for Shirou. It's pretty much his job, and when he finds him on the bench he'll immediately sit down next to him.]

Bothered?

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[emptysword]

...Yeah.

[Compared to his usual friendliness, Shirou is just... silent today. Even as he regarded Issei with a tired smile.]

[Action]

[unknownrival]

I have time to listen and a shoulder to lean on.

[croibhristeoir]

[Boy, he was in a lot of pain. Less now, considering he'd gotten a healing spell or two, but it could only do so much. Broken ribs were now merely fractured, lacerations and a possible concussion were now just mild scrapes and bruises.]

[All in all, he couldn't complain. But there was someone he needed to seek out, injury or not. So Diarmuid dragged himself out of the hotel room and went out looking for that person to make sure they were alright.]

[Still looking like a bit of a mess, he approached Shirou with an awkward smile.]

Good afternoon, Emiya.

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[emptysword]

...Heh.

[He's going to just sigh aaand breaks eye-contact in favor of looking at the ground.]

Found out the truth about my dad.

[emptysword]

...Diarmuid.

[Well, he's definitely alright physically, considering his confrontation was one done with words as opposed to fists and well, broken structures really.]

...Well, you looked a lot better than before.

[croibhristeoir]

Issei's Persona has a healing spell. I'm not in great condition, but at least I can move properly.

Never mind that. How are you doing?

[emptysword]

Great.

['Bad'

He gave a sigh as he just looked to the side.]

Is she alright?

[croibhristeoir]

She will be, you need not worry about that. Do you mind if I sit down? You...look like you might need someone to talk to.

[emptysword]

Go ahead.

[He's going to motion to the empty spot right beside him.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid took a seat next to Shirou, trying to hide the fact that he winced slightly as he did.]

...I'm sorry about this. You may not believe me, but I am.

[emptysword]

...You're right, so don't be sorry about it.

[Another sigh.

Wow he's really down in the dumps.]

[croibhristeoir]

I know that I was right, and yet I wish for your sake that I had not been.

You are not the only one to ever lose faith in one in which you placed all you had. Do not despair, because you are not alone.

[emptysword]

...Huh?

[He's going to just turn to Diarmuid with a confused look on his face.]

[croibhristeoir]

You believed in him a great deal, did you not?

I am sad to say I know a look of betrayal and disillusionment when I see one, Emiya.

[emptysword]

Guess we're similar in a sense, then.

[Going to give him a small smile this time!]

[croibhristeoir]

It's only unfortunate it had to be in that respect.

...I don't think I properly thanked you, Emiya. You went along with everything brilliantly, and even helped me when I made a crucial mistake. I was right to trust you with my life, and you have my gratitude.

[emptysword]

That's what friends do, y'know, they support each other.

[croibhristeoir]

I'm aware of that. Still, I wish it could have ended in a way that didn't cause you such pain.

At any rate...thank you.

[emptysword]

[>You feel that you have grown closer with Diarmuid!

>Your Social Link rank jumped to 8!]

...Why don't we grab a bite together?

[croibhristeoir]

Sure, I have time.

[It's moving that's the problem. But hey, he's part of a league of ancient badasses. Like he gives a fuck.]

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[unknownrival]

I was wondering how badly that would affect you.

[emptysword]

[That settled, he's going to stand up and offer him a hand.]

Well, let's go, shall we?

[Action]

[emptysword]

I... don't know, really.

[In the end, all he could feel was... nothing.

There was anger at him for killing Saber, and there was his denial of Kiritsugu's own ideals. And considering these two emotions clashes with his ideal self, it caused an impasse within himself.]

[croibhristeoir]

[...Fine, he wasn't too proud for a little help. Diarmuid took his hand and stood up.]

Of course.