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Date: 2021-04-30 08:48 pm (UTC)[ 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...
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Date: 2021-04-30 09:14 pm (UTC)[ 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.
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Date: 2021-04-30 09:47 pm (UTC)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...
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Date: 2021-05-01 12:51 am (UTC)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. ]