[ Maiya looks away from him, her own expression drawing tight until it's nearly a scowl. It's an answer that seems at odds with what she had seen with her own eyes—but, she supposes, there's no reason for her to assume her revival was immediate. Things may have changed since she shut her eyes that final time. ]
"It seems."
[ Even so, she repeats that phrase to herself. It's as if there's some meaning hidden within it that she doesn't grasp, one that she can unlock if she just repeats it with her own tongue. ]
Do you think there's nothing left to be done for her?
[ Even as the words leave her mouth, there's a leaden feeling in her chest that she dimly recognizes as regret. She couldn't protect Irisviel, and Saber couldn't reach her in time. Even if her fate had been decided the moment the War began, the way she had confided to Maiya—the thought sits uneasy. ]
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"It seems."
[ Even so, she repeats that phrase to herself. It's as if there's some meaning hidden within it that she doesn't grasp, one that she can unlock if she just repeats it with her own tongue. ]
Do you think there's nothing left to be done for her?
[ Even as the words leave her mouth, there's a leaden feeling in her chest that she dimly recognizes as regret. She couldn't protect Irisviel, and Saber couldn't reach her in time. Even if her fate had been decided the moment the War began, the way she had confided to Maiya—the thought sits uneasy. ]