[ Maiya doesn't really understand why Kiritsugu is giving the boy false hope, especially now that she's managed to not only best Lancer, but to arrive in time. Being a hero is so unlike her, but there are things that are important to her. Yes, and it's those things she must strive to protect.
Now that Maiya's remembered all too well who it is she lives for, the pain she feels in her body is nothing compared to the pain of losing Kiritsugu. Should he go weak again what would she do?
She would lose him.
And losing Kiritsugu Emiya is something that Maiya can't handle.
Abandoning Lancer's body in the rubble and piercing metal was easy enough to do. There's no conscience in her mind and if the attack was successful, then Lancer's day was today. That's all it was. If it was a failure, she'll go back to finish the job once she's secured the safety of the only thing in her life. ]
I'll take it from here.
[ Blood pours down the side of her face from a nasty wound along her head, but it doesn't seem to draw any emotion from her. Not even annoyance at the the amount that falls into the corner of her mouth. With that damaged knife, the question of how she was able to find it in the dark unanswered, she flings it straight towards the boy with orange hair without hesitation. ]
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[ Maiya doesn't really understand why Kiritsugu is giving the boy false hope, especially now that she's managed to not only best Lancer, but to arrive in time. Being a hero is so unlike her, but there are things that are important to her. Yes, and it's those things she must strive to protect.
Now that Maiya's remembered all too well who it is she lives for, the pain she feels in her body is nothing compared to the pain of losing Kiritsugu. Should he go weak again what would she do?
She would lose him.
And losing Kiritsugu Emiya is something that Maiya can't handle.
Abandoning Lancer's body in the rubble and piercing metal was easy enough to do. There's no conscience in her mind and if the attack was successful, then Lancer's day was today. That's all it was. If it was a failure, she'll go back to finish the job once she's secured the safety of the only thing in her life. ]
I'll take it from here.
[ Blood pours down the side of her face from a nasty wound along her head, but it doesn't seem to draw any emotion from her. Not even annoyance at the the amount that falls into the corner of her mouth. With that damaged knife, the question of how she was able to find it in the dark unanswered, she flings it straight towards the boy with orange hair without hesitation. ]