He's not sure what the correct answer would have been at all, but he's certain of one thing: it wasn't that.
That is wrong. That is a lie, something that tears at the foundation he's built his life upon. Kotomine Kirei was the man who saved him, always was, always had been. He refuses to be a replacement for this man's son, and he refuses to acknowledge that his own father was a replacement for the man standing in front of him.
There's only one thing to do: remove the lie, tear at it until its blood runs cold.
All reason is dead when Kotomine Shirou turns on that lie, knife clenched tight in his hand. He does not drive at the threat with the deadly precision of a church executor, no, the thing that lashes out at Kiritsugu is flesh and bone and blood and desperate murderlust.
He strikes to rip and tear, planting the knife into Kiritsugu's chest and dragging the blade down with all his strength.]
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He's not sure what the correct answer would have been at all, but he's certain of one thing: it wasn't that.
That is wrong. That is a lie, something that tears at the foundation he's built his life upon. Kotomine Kirei was the man who saved him, always was, always had been. He refuses to be a replacement for this man's son, and he refuses to acknowledge that his own father was a replacement for the man standing in front of him.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.
There's only one thing to do: remove the lie, tear at it until its blood runs cold.
All reason is dead when Kotomine Shirou turns on that lie, knife clenched tight in his hand. He does not drive at the threat with the deadly precision of a church executor, no, the thing that lashes out at Kiritsugu is flesh and bone and blood and desperate murderlust.
He strikes to rip and tear, planting the knife into Kiritsugu's chest and dragging the blade down with all his strength.]