( Whatever strained niceties he's been retaining in Diarmuid's presence all but go out the window. Kiritsugu would have been content to go on his way, leaving Dia to his own devices, and yet, he can only feel anger clawing up his ribs.
He, without a shred of honour, whose actions against Lancer and his Master could be described as callus as best, was to be met with the same chivalrous drivel Saber would pride herself on.
Finally, he shifts his head, the contorted expression on his face can only be described as a glower. )
I haven't any business, with a killer who extols the virtues of chivalry.
weeps.
He, without a shred of honour, whose actions against Lancer and his Master could be described as callus as best, was to be met with the same chivalrous drivel Saber would pride herself on.
Finally, he shifts his head, the contorted expression on his face can only be described as a glower. )
I haven't any business, with a killer who extols the virtues of chivalry.