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[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. ]