[ Ah. So this is how it was in the end, no? The very same boy who brought a sword into her chest was now standing before her with an expression never shown to her before. Why was he saying words not meant for her, but for another? ]
I do not understand, Shirou. [ She finally speaks, the echo in her voice cracking. ] You speak as though it is me that you love.
SHIROU ❤ Time for some angst
I do not understand, Shirou. [ She finally speaks, the echo in her voice cracking. ] You speak as though it is me that you love.