( He stills, pondering what he could even say to that. She'd twisted the proverbial knife. Fitting that it came from Maiya; the irony was not lost on him. Would he have ever existed in such a world? One without conflict or pain? He didn't think so. That ought to be reserved for his daughter.
But hearing this, knowing what he did now, that the Grail Wars continue-- even after him, their efforts felt all for naught. His sacrifices? Wasted. He failed them, and he would amount to nothing.
There's a painful sharpness to his breath as he remains there, oblivious to the wetness pooling at the creases of his eyes. )
ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
( He stills, pondering what he could even say to that. She'd twisted the proverbial knife. Fitting that it came from Maiya; the irony was not lost on him. Would he have ever existed in such a world? One without conflict or pain? He didn't think so. That ought to be reserved for his daughter.
But hearing this, knowing what he did now, that the Grail Wars continue-- even after him, their efforts felt all for naught. His sacrifices? Wasted. He failed them, and he would amount to nothing.
There's a painful sharpness to his breath as he remains there, oblivious to the wetness pooling at the creases of his eyes. )