Perhaps not. But it still wishes to become real. [ He ignores the blood that continues to slip out of his mouth and down his chin. And in the birth of what lies within it, Kirei will understand the reason for his existence. Much like he seeks it in this world; a world built on the idea of salvation. A world that should be filled with those like Archer but is not. Already, Kirei can see the rot and so he wants to know the meaning of it; the reason for darkness to exist. The reason for why men like him are awake and capable of corrupting this world. ]

You will not ever curse him. [ A careful repeating of those words. ] How unfortunate. It would seem like we have something else in common, Shirou. For as much as Kiritsugu disappointed me, for as much as he became nothing more than a shadow, I also can never truly curse him.

[ Kirei nearly comments that it would seem every Servant wants him to go to Hell, but relents on that observation. ] And one day, perhaps, you will... but it will not be today. [ He launches himself forward after Archer's fall back. Curling his hand into a fist, he feels the past replay for him -- he throws his punch forward not caring if he hits man or blade. It is intended to shatter whatever he comes in contact with. While he would like for it to be Archer's body, he would settle for the knife in his hand to be broken.

Whether it connects or not, it doesn't matter to Kirei. It is only the move he uses to draw himself in closer to Archer. His leg swings out low to knock the Servant off of his feet and onto the hard pavement. Hardly enough to knock the wind out of him, he's certain. He carries through with the last of his assault -- by dropping low and latching onto Archer's shoulders; Kirei would swing his own body up before slamming his knee down onto him. ]