[ Even if the happiness Irisviel wished for her to find was no longer obtainable. Trapped in this world like a ghost, she would never learn the name of her family or the fate of her son. But, she doesn't say that to Kiritsugu. It feels private, a precious secret shared only between Irisviel and herself, just the way so many of her memories belong only to him.
She recognizes the rasp in Kiritsugu's voice. Rare in years past, and more common now—Maiya leans up again, slipping her tongue past his lips. She should scold him for his sentimentality again, if a thing so small as her life is enough to move him, but... Instead, she resolves not to let him cry, kissing him to cover the sound. ]
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[ Even if the happiness Irisviel wished for her to find was no longer obtainable. Trapped in this world like a ghost, she would never learn the name of her family or the fate of her son. But, she doesn't say that to Kiritsugu. It feels private, a precious secret shared only between Irisviel and herself, just the way so many of her memories belong only to him.
She recognizes the rasp in Kiritsugu's voice. Rare in years past, and more common now—Maiya leans up again, slipping her tongue past his lips. She should scold him for his sentimentality again, if a thing so small as her life is enough to move him, but... Instead, she resolves not to let him cry, kissing him to cover the sound. ]