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swordboningFar before his jaded days, poor EMIYA sought to save everyone. Even villains. They didn't need to be killed, just shown that what they were doing was wrong. Normally, this would be a fairy tale but EMIYA was working in a world modified by the Holy Grail. One where he was a Hero of Justice. All he wanted was to save everyone but casualties were something even the power of the Grail couldn't fix.
No, as he walked through the silent village deep in the woods of Germany, he realized that something terrible had happened. No one could be everywhere at once. Still, his eyes dripped a little, his tears watering the ground as he realized he was too late for these people. A Dead Apostle that he was hunting had been here and left, probably gaining in power thanks to this place.
EMIYA stabbed his twin swords, Kanshou and Bakuya into the ground and traced himself a shovel. It wasn't much but he started digging, making a grave for the people here. If anyone came along to this place, he was sure the Church would have a cover story. But he would save them the trouble of doing the actual physical work. If he could make just one life easier, he would.
Dig, toss, dig, toss. It was slave work but he didn't care. He was going to get it done, to repent for the fact that he was late.
No, as he walked through the silent village deep in the woods of Germany, he realized that something terrible had happened. No one could be everywhere at once. Still, his eyes dripped a little, his tears watering the ground as he realized he was too late for these people. A Dead Apostle that he was hunting had been here and left, probably gaining in power thanks to this place.
EMIYA stabbed his twin swords, Kanshou and Bakuya into the ground and traced himself a shovel. It wasn't much but he started digging, making a grave for the people here. If anyone came along to this place, he was sure the Church would have a cover story. But he would save them the trouble of doing the actual physical work. If he could make just one life easier, he would.
Dig, toss, dig, toss. It was slave work but he didn't care. He was going to get it done, to repent for the fact that he was late.
