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[decarded]

[ As she asked, she had known his answer already. Even so, the weight of his silence sits heavy in the air between them; it stretches, second after second, until it nearly drowns out the sounds of skates and laughter resounding from the walls.

In the end, Angelica is the one to break it. ]

Shirou, if you don't eat, all you will accomplish is a mindless rampage. [ Unbidden, she recalls Javert's suggestion to smuggle it into his food herself. Still, though it may prove necessary, she doesn't wish to stoop to such deception just yet. ] Can you not understand that, sometimes, we must make sacrifices to minimize the harm we cause?

[iboneofsword]

Of course I understand...!

[ ...he didn't mean to raise his voice, but he did. Even now he can feel the hunger creeping on him. He's tried to ignore it, saying that he probably didn't eat enough for breakfast... but he knows.

He knows what it is.

Still, he clenches his fists in frustration, his hands shaking for a moment before he relaxes his arms... though a scowl is still on his face. ]

Of course I understand that...

[ Even before the Holy Grail War, he was aware. Kiritsugu had made it clear, after all. Saving everyone simply isn't possible, and at the time, he'd stubbornly tried to save everyone regardless... even to his own detriment. ]

I already know... I can't save everyone, no matter how hard I try... but even so, I...

[ He has to at least try. That was his answer to himself, that even if it was hypocritical and not his own ideal... that the ideal was beautiful, and therefore worth pursuing. He'd accepted that he couldn't save everyone, but he had still resolved to try.

But it was considerably harder to put into practice in a place like this... and it frustrated him to no end.

Because he didn't have an answer yet, and his time was running out. ]

[decarded]

[ With the raised voice, just slightly, the pointed ends of Angelica's ears lift. She draws back—but it's nothing more than the natural reflex of any living beast in the face of sudden noise. Her expression doesn't falter.

She reaches for his wrist, and as she takes it, she begins to wheel him toward the exiting edge of the rink. ]

Do you know how a demon feeds?

[iboneofsword]

Hm...?

[ He's a bit surprised when she grabs his wrist, but before he can say anything concerning that... she asks him a question. ]

How...? I think you mentioned it on the network...

[ He scrunches his face a little. It's probably because of everything that happened, but... he can't really say he remembers. ]

Sorry, I don't...

[decarded]

We have to take souls.

[ She stops at the edge of the rink, standing before a ledge where they're meant to sit and remove their skates, and meets his eyes. ]

The body we leave behind is alive, but an empty husk. That's why I am always sure to take the remains and leave them to the soup kitchen. Instead of three humans dying to feed three monsters, I can take the burden of that transgression and kill one to feed two others.

[ It's a mechanical way to speak about human life, and she realizes as much—but within the life that has been chosen for them now, that impassive calculus is the only way they have to balance the scales of good and evil. How may they take the least lives? Which lives cause the least pain to take?

Her fingers tighten around his hand, imploring. ]

That life would be taken regardless. All you have to do is ensure none of that sacrifice goes to waste.

[iboneofsword]

[ Take souls... wow, now that really takes him back to his memories of the Holy Grail War. He hadn't approved of it then, and he certainly doesn't now, but...

Things were different here, weren't they?

Still, that doesn't stop Shirou's expression from turning sour again, with him averting his eyes from hers despite her trying to meet his. He wants to say something, he wants to yell at her that it's still wrong.

But in a place like this, where a choice is never given in the first place, he can't. ]

...Damn it!

[ It's irrational, it's not going to solve anything, but the frustration at everything Angelica has said... from the logic of it all to the mechanical treatment of human life. It bubbles up inside him with nowhere else to go and he ends up swinging his hand at the railing. His strength is still more than he's used to, and the railing bends slightly... though that doesn't stop his hand from hurting after striking it.

He remembered this feeling all to well. It was just like when he was confronted by the embodiment of his own ideals. He was correct, even if he wasn't right. Now he's faced with a similar dilemma all over again in the form of Angelica's words.

And this time, he doesn't have an answer to it. ]

...so? Where are you going with this...

[decarded]

[ Shirou swings his hand, and the slam of his fist to the railing is enough to have some nearby humans scamper a few steps farther from them. This time, Angelica doesn't flinch. ]

I'm asking you to let me help you.

[ It isn't that she doesn't understand his feelings. Rather, it's because she does that she keeps hold of his hand. ]