[For just a moment, Archer allows that hand on his arm, and he watches Kiritsugu with his expression softening more and more into something that boy might have worn. Then--]

It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault.

[He reverses the grip, so that he's grabbing Kiritsugu's arm, for a few seconds.

Then he lets go, looks away. When he speaks again, his voice is detached.]

That's a thing that a child would say about a parent, I suppose. In truth, you left me a flawed ideal. But it was my own stupid choice to follow it.