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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.]

[He failed. He had the chance to extract information from Officer Grady, but he let his undeserved sense of morals get in the way. The peaceful family life he was trying to preserve at that time vanished anyways, only that he wasn't even able to gain some modicum of safety for his kids.]

[The biggest insult Mayfield could have delivered the coup d'grace with currently lies in his new coat, replacing his last firearm. Even after the war, simply touching the grip of the Thompson Contender brings back memories, no, regrets of his past life. Is this a sign that he can't escape it? Will he have no other choice than to turn his mind to steel until his illness claims his life?]

[Kiritsugu remains motionless. Having chosen the public park as a place to reflect in goes completely against his entire philosophy, but really, he's not in an entirely characteristic mood. He would much rather avoid signs of yet another life being forced upon him, such as his fake family. There's no one else left to protect here. Not according to the lifestyle he tried, if didn't quite want, to lead].

[So then, what is he supposed to do?]

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[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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

Just thinking.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

...

[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.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, we've met. Once or a few times, depending on what version of the story you got. You know the kid too?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

I'm his father.

[He's not going to say 'was'. Not yet.]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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

[ex_seventh238]

[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.livejournal.com]

[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?

[ex_seventh238]

[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.livejournal.com]

Slightly. Thank you.

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

[ex_seventh238]

I haven't done anything, so that's unnecessary. [Almost chidingly.] But whatever it is, I doubt that sitting here for a long time will make it go away. What happened, if it's okay for me to ask?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

...Someone from my world left.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[No sympathy here, Kiri.]

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

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

...

[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?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Escape how, hm?

[gandere]

[ The last time she spoke with this man, it was when she lost Shirou (and Archer, her own personal Emiya). Now she's inflicted with even harsher losses, between her sister and someone like Ilya..

So when she sees him at the park, she plops down at his side. The one man who possibly can understand her the best, but she wasn't going to permit him that off the bat. Instead.. ]

This town will feed off of your misery if you allow it.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[gandere]

That it does.

[ With her gaze lowered, she just stares at the ground instead of at home. Neither were really good at this grief counseling thing, were they? ]

You're not going to let it though, right?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

...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.]

[gandere]

There's always something for your trouble.

[ Isn't there? Giving in doesn't sound like something she feels up to doing, because in the end, their disappointment in her doing so keeps her going strong. ]

Emiya-kun wouldn't want us to be miserable.