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[maguskiller]

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[It hasn't been a good week for Kiritsugu.]

[He hopes -- really hopes, that the appearance of drones signifies people going back to their worlds, but seeing as both of his actual children have been turned into drones, he feels the need to grasp onto something more than mere hope

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Lancer had been spending his day sitting in a tree as usual--only today he was in spirit form. Rin had seemed kind of worn out when they'd made their contract, so he'd been careful to minimize the amount of prana he needed from her.]

[...hm. That was Kiritsugu over there, wasn't it? And he seemed strangely distressed, for lack of a better word. Might as well investigate, right? The Servant in street clothes jumped out of the tree and landed silently beside Kiritsugu before actually appearing.]

Something on your mind?

[maguskiller]

[Kiritsugu does not reply with his careful, cold tone. Honestly, he's too tired to hate heroic spirits right now.]

Just thinking.

[riastrad_ridire]

Good way to spend time around here if you ask me. [Lancer was far less thickheaded than he often acted--he knew damn well that a sharp mind was just as valuable as a sharp blade. That was one thing Scathach hadn't needed to teach him.]

What about, if you feel like satisfying my curiosity?

[maguskiller]

...

[Might as well see what he can get if he lets out some information. Even if it forms an enmity, he doesn't have Illya's safety to worry about anymore.]

Shirou told me you knew him.

[tenebrousking]

[Kiritsugi will feel a light touch on his shoulder. If he looks up, he'll see the somewhat cavalier expression of a complete stranger, holding out a bottle of wine.]

Perhaps you could use this.

[maguskiller]

[Kiri turns to look at the man, but he doesn't quite take the bottle.]

[Instead, he's simply puzzled at receiving sympathy from a stranger. That doesn't happen to him very often.]

[tenebrousking]

Are you waiting for me to pour it into your mouth? I'm afraid I'm not anywhere near so generous.

[expiatrice]

[The man hunched over the bench was almost physically draining to simply look at, but it's also someone that she's met before once under lighter circumstances.

She never did catch his name... But she was also the nosy type that has trouble leaving others alone. She also found herself constantly finding more and more excuses these days to be outside of the house, what with nearly her entire household getting droned under the span of a week's time. It was... a bit jarring, honestly. Going from a full house of five to two including herself, when she didn't have to live with a single drone for months...

At any rate, it's on such a walk when she chanced upon Kiritsugu. She doesn't attempt to hide her presence, but will walk up to him with her soft footsteps on the pavement as indication that someone is coming this way.]

...Excuse me, mister?

[maguskiller]

[While Kiri would usually be more wary about talking to residents, he's actually pretty passive today, perhaps because already having talked to Ciel, perhaps because of simply having too much problems on his plate to be as calculating as usual.]

Yes?

[expiatrice]

[She figured that he was the stoic and not very wordy type on their first encounter. This lack of guard and the alertness that he had with him last time already spoke plenty.]

You don't look very good. Are you feeling ill? [...Probably not, but some beating around the bush may be good, to put out some tact if nothing else.]

[maguskiller]

Slightly. Thank you.

[Well, it's not a complete lie.]

[kinpika]

[No sympathy here, Kiri.]

Hahaha, you look a little down, jii-san.

[maguskiller]

[If Kiri felt even more sentimental right now, he'd be reminiscing about how Shirou always called him that.]

[For now, he stays quiet, trying not to involve himself with the tidal wave of memories from the fourth war.]

[kinpika]

Nothing at all? You probably shouldn't sit out here alone either way.

[maguskiller]

...

[He still feels uncomfortable talking to one of his former targets, but...]

You regained your status as a heroic spirit. Why have you not escaped?

[maguskiller]

[Kiritsugu feels similarly. He knows Rin knew Shirou, at least. Though he doesn't trust her, that's one thing they have in common.]

It knows how to draw it.

[Of course, even with that, he's still not great at interactions.]

[maguskiller]

...What do I have to gain from resisting?

[Honestly, with his disease getting more and more powerful, he's not sure how long he's able to.]