( A h, this is how he dies. Crushed between the metaphorical strain of his son's wailing, and the physical mass of his assistant's breasts. Kiritsugu is so beyond his faculties that, even if he recognizes the sound of Shirou's voice-- that his son was present inside of the room, his attempt to muster his strength and pull away from Maiya is nearly futile. The response is enough to snap him out of this temporary stupor, however, and his crying ceases.
no subject
Weakly, he speaks: )
Shirou?