[ Ever-so-slightly, Maiya glances in Kiritsugu's direction. But, of course, she doesn't protest—not to his hand over hers, and not to the request he makes to Shirou. It's surprising, and strange to think of, but she supposes it's true that there's nothing left for her to accomplish in death.
Still without speaking, she returns her gaze to Shirou's face, expression faintly expectant. She can't help but think on his explanation as she does so. Kiritsugu adopted me when I was still a child. Her own history is hardly any different, and it makes her wonder after his circumstances, even if it seems imprudent to ask so directly. ]
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Still without speaking, she returns her gaze to Shirou's face, expression faintly expectant. She can't help but think on his explanation as she does so. Kiritsugu adopted me when I was still a child. Her own history is hardly any different, and it makes her wonder after his circumstances, even if it seems imprudent to ask so directly. ]