[ "shirou"... no one has called him that for a very long time, and every time he hears it applied to him his rage just builds. that's likely entirely what kirei intends, but it works all the same. there are some things you just can't fight, and though he may like to pretend otherwise, emiya still is fundamentally an emotional person. ]

You have no right to judge his methods. Even a foolish dream can still be beautiful. Unlike you, he could at least recognize the Grail for what it was... that it was something that shouldn't exist.

[ archer reinforces his arm before kirei's attack connects, though the priest's fist still feels like iron hitting iron. the man's training is truly something else; knowing that kiritsugu was able to defeat this man just raises his respect for his own father. magus killer, indeed. ]

I don't care about such a thing. I know that expression all too well. [ the despair kiritsugu felt... archer has felt that a millionfold. but that despair isn't what matters. it's a price to be paid, not the end result. ] Though what expression were you wearing at that time, I wonder? Did you feel nothing, even then? How laughable. Someone like you can't even be called human.

[ he hurls one of his blades, which spins around in a wide arc before coming back at kirei from behind. pushing himself further, archer projects another blade, feeling more of his magic circuits screaming at him to stop. instead, he presses forward, looking for any opening to thrust his blade. he settles for kirei's chest, the most obvious target. ]