He only wants one thing, and that's an end; silence inside his ribcage where self-loathing and despair now nest in the shape of a heart. It's the first thing he's ever wanted, so what right does she have to question it?
When did he ever give her the authority over him to deny him that peace?
The smile fades off his face. His eyes go blank and dead.
"It's a weakness of yours that you care what I want, Master. It always has been. It made you waste that first command spell...it's no wonder you turned to Shirou Emiya to help you win the war. For some reason you don't know how to use a real Servant properly."
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He only wants one thing, and that's an end; silence inside his ribcage where self-loathing and despair now nest in the shape of a heart. It's the first thing he's ever wanted, so what right does she have to question it?
When did he ever give her the authority over him to deny him that peace?
The smile fades off his face. His eyes go blank and dead.
"It's a weakness of yours that you care what I want, Master. It always has been. It made you waste that first command spell...it's no wonder you turned to Shirou Emiya to help you win the war. For some reason you don't know how to use a real Servant properly."