#maluspuerum

He’s invasive, leaning into the mage’s space with an irritated sort of confusion. As if his stare was enough to dissect and reassemble, with or without the parts that strike him oddly, something that is-isn’t known.

EVERY INSTANCE is like being birthed anew as knowledge-that-is-not-his-own floods the senses, making him ken to things that he would never have considered possible in his era. Dark, critical gaze shifts to observe the boy—his Master—shifting about, seemingly possessing little intent on participating at the frontlines; how disappointing. Alas, Kartikeya‘s horn has yet to sound him to arms, so he makes do with what remains yet available: surveying the surrounding premise.

BESIDES, it would do well to re-calibrate himself: remembering the feel of pulling away at fire-blessed strings—releasing an arrow into the reflection of a goldfish’s eye.

foolish thought.

archer was having enough of this hero bullshit at this point, he knew that was all bunch of fucking lies, he knows one can’t save everyone even if one tries hard enough.

‘a real hero never stops trying?’

a scoff came out of his lips, what a bunch of crap, honestly he just said that everyone can’t be saved but then why he saying that one shouldn’t give up trying? how can one achieve something impossible? there is always a consequence on one’s actions. you can’t save everyone, if you pick one the other will be left there to their demise, you can’t take both at the same time or else everyone will be most likely killed, he tried, he honestly did all he could to achieve the impossible but whatever he did it never came to the results he wanted and so he learned the ugly truth.

a hero can’t save all lives even if he tries hard enough.

he gave up at that point and one thing was sure on his mind, he wanted to meet his other self, the foolish naive man he was back then and change his mindset or at least kill him to end his miserable existence, he knows the ugly truth of this and he doesn’t want him to become the man he is now, one that hates any form of heroism. eyes landed on the male who uttered such stupid words, gaze almost piercing through his body like an arrow.

“you’re such a fool thinking like that... one day life will teach you the ugly truth and i bet you won’t say those words the same way you did just now...”

Shinji Matou... when her eyes slowly recognized him, memories began flooding in about the previous war’s climactic showdown. The elusive Grail that she had so long sought to obtain -- to rid the world of a blight caused by her own doing -- was actually all a fabrication that had fooled everyone.

And there she was who played the fool, witnessing the abomination caused by Gilgamesh’s actions after forcibly selecting a new vessel for the Grail. Saber remembered how horrifying that monster was, how the entirety of Fuyuki would’ve been engulfed into flames had they not acted fast.

While they were mutual enemies in the war (as was its nature), Saber held no animosity towards Shinji after all was said and done. He was very much a victim as everyone else who fell to their own devices, and the price to pay wasn’t exactly so easy to recover from. For destruction to have repeated alongside history... and she was completely unaware of the Grail’s true nature both times.

“... you are Shirou’s classmate, are you not? Even with the passage of time, I can still recall -- the Grail War, I mean.”

thats super relatable .