That wasn't his heart aching just now, was it? For a moment, her crying face seemed all too familiar. It wasn't a face he'd seen against the blue spring sky, but the winter sunset...
No, that girl isn't part of this story. Emiya won't take over his body. Even without these misplaced memories, he knows that the pain he feels is his own. And Ishtar is an arrogant and capricious goddess, too callous and prideful to deserve it all, yet here he is, ready to take it back.
He must be really crazy.
He follows her in a rush to the deck despite himself. Yan Qing isn't a Servant meant to fight monsters this size... But he's willing to risk it.]
oh good because hard same
His lips part.
That wasn't his heart aching just now, was it? For a moment, her crying face seemed all too familiar. It wasn't a face he'd seen against the blue spring sky, but the winter sunset...
No, that girl isn't part of this story. Emiya won't take over his body. Even without these misplaced memories, he knows that the pain he feels is his own. And Ishtar is an arrogant and capricious goddess, too callous and prideful to deserve it all, yet here he is, ready to take it back.
He must be really crazy.
He follows her in a rush to the deck despite himself. Yan Qing isn't a Servant meant to fight monsters this size... But he's willing to risk it.]
Ishtar, I'm sorry! My body moved on its own—
[Shit. No. Wrong move.]