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tvk2011-09-30 10:03 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2011-09-30 10:03 pm
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⚔ 006; [video/action]
[phone; morning; locked to Sola-Ui on Saber's phone]
Saber? [He wasn't worried, strictly speaking. Of course Saber could take care of herself, occasional mishap aside. But it was strange that she hadn't returned last night. And the fact that he hadn't heard from her...he almost might have called that 'suspicious'.]
I haven't spoken to you recently, are you alright?
[Surely she was just with Shirou. Right?]
[Intuition rarely failed a knight. And Lancer's was telling him something was not right at all.]
[action; early evening]
[Lancer didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything. The former Servant in glasses sat on a park bench staring blankly at exactly nothing.]
[It was all his fault. Saber had died--by a hand not his own--and it was all his fault.]
[He didn't know what hurt more. The fact that again one of that pair had ruined everything and stolen his chance for a fight with her, or the fact that this would not have happened if he'd kept his mouth shut and just gone along with Sola's obsession. She would have been unhurt, Saber would have been alive, and Lancer...]
[Lancer would have been as miserable now as he was in Fuyuki. A small price to pay.]
[Today he likely looked nothing like the amicable, smiling and cheerful indivudual he so often was--there was a touch of ice in gold eyes, a strange sense of detachment in the way he held himself and stared at nothing. He had to stay that way. Lancer...didn't want to be angry. He didn't want to fly into the screaming anger of that vengeful spirit that had died in the Fourth War.]
[More than anything he didn't want it to keep hurting.]
Saber? [He wasn't worried, strictly speaking. Of course Saber could take care of herself, occasional mishap aside. But it was strange that she hadn't returned last night. And the fact that he hadn't heard from her...he almost might have called that 'suspicious'.]
I haven't spoken to you recently, are you alright?
[Surely she was just with Shirou. Right?]
[Intuition rarely failed a knight. And Lancer's was telling him something was not right at all.]
[action; early evening]
[Lancer didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything. The former Servant in glasses sat on a park bench staring blankly at exactly nothing.]
[It was all his fault. Saber had died--by a hand not his own--and it was all his fault.]
[He didn't know what hurt more. The fact that again one of that pair had ruined everything and stolen his chance for a fight with her, or the fact that this would not have happened if he'd kept his mouth shut and just gone along with Sola's obsession. She would have been unhurt, Saber would have been alive, and Lancer...]
[Lancer would have been as miserable now as he was in Fuyuki. A small price to pay.]
[Today he likely looked nothing like the amicable, smiling and cheerful indivudual he so often was--there was a touch of ice in gold eyes, a strange sense of detachment in the way he held himself and stared at nothing. He had to stay that way. Lancer...didn't want to be angry. He didn't want to fly into the screaming anger of that vengeful spirit that had died in the Fourth War.]
[More than anything he didn't want it to keep hurting.]
Action
It was Sola.
Action
Action
Action
[Brief, but it actually sounded rather understanding. Kiritsugu knows that pursuing the Grail in a magically sterile (at least in regards to their world) place like this, with no Servants to feed to the Grail, and without anything resembling a vessel, would be completely futile.]
[Still... a magus as profilic as Sola would understand that. Then why...?]
[The result is the same. If she expresses a desire in killing those involved with the Grail War, then that puts Shirou and him at risk. While the Kiritsugu of the past would murder her simply on that suspicion, he doesn't feel comfortable being quite that thorough anymore.]
I see...
Action
[It was asked out of honest curiosity rather than apprehension. Lancer was barely containing the anger he felt as it was, but the lingering bitterness he'd died with was stronger now than ever.]
[He'd already stopped feeling any obligation to guard Sola. Now he actively didn't care what became of her.]
Action
Any further than that... can't say.
[He starts walking away. Though Lancer hasn't been as hostile as he expected, he still considers every second he's not attacked by him a blessing.]
Action
I won't stop you. I'm done protecting Sola--she and her fiancee can enjoy each other's company in hell as far as I'm concerned.
Action
[As unfortunate as his appearance in Prospero was, it could also be considered a form of therapy for Emiya Kiritsugu. For a man who had spent all of his life despairing over the loss of life, a city in which it was ever-recoverable was everything that was needed to remove his aspirations. Kiritsugu was never a hero in the sense of improving peoples' lives. He simply preserved as many as possible.]
[Such a task is impossible in this place. As things stand, the only thing that matters anymore is the pain he or his son feel, and the probabilities of them escaping.]
[He leaves.]