“So… you’re concerned of the well-being of others. In case someone makes a wish that may wreak havoc on Fuyuki?” It was a selfless motivation, and one that Mareeta could respect. That’s the standard resolve of any hero.
There’s only so much she knew about this war – other than her main goal is to protect her master, as well as clash against opposing servants who were constantly in motion; they’ve already had their first foray into battle, and her blade was just beginning to spark.
“I see. After hearing your motivations, I feel they are very much in line with my own.”
“With this blade…” Mareeta quietly looked upon her sword currently in its scabbard, as it sat still by her feet. “I also seek to protect those who are in need – who otherwise have no one else to rely on. To those ends, perhaps it is my wish from the Grail to accomplish just that.”
Did that sound so simple of a wish to make? Her knowledge of the elusive valuable wasn’t as extensive, other than believing in the Grail’s otherworldly power in its potential for granting wishes.
Mareeta went to take a sip of her tea – a refreshing taste that soothed her senses – to which she looked into rather intently. Through the dark liquid and ripples produced after setting the cup down, she could see her reflection.
“… this last war that you mentioned, Shirou. If you do not mind myself asking, what happened? Were you around when it did?”
To protect people in need? So that’s her reason for fighting, to win the Grail— except that there must be more details she’s leaving out... if she’s like him. But it sounds like she is, in one aspect— they think the same way, then? Shirou wonders what she’d wish for after this, exactly. But for now, It’s good to know that she seems alright with his ideas. Shirou’s voice comes out more relived than he intends.
“I see....” His expression relaxes a bit as he stirs the pot. He’s about to mention something about how glad he is, but then he hears her again.
“Huh...?” Eyes wide, his hand twitches, and the soup ladle stops moving for a second— but then it quickly gets back to stirring. Now he’s glad that she can only see his backside.
He’d also forgotten that Saber wouldn’t know about the last war. Worse yet, Shirou realizes he hasn’t even answered her yet, so he does, hastily closing the unnatural silence. “Oh... that. I was—” Rephrase. “It happened ten years ago in this city, too. That priest told me— I didn’t even know until last night. But Tohsaka did.”
He pauses again, finding his mental footing. “He said that an unworthy Master touched the Grail— and because of that, a huge of part of Fuyuki got destroyed. We don’t know what he wished for, but the aftermath.....” Shirou concentrates his memories to last night, and only last night. Then he continues— “Things ended up pretty bad.” Because, for some reason, the Grail won’t be complete without slaying the other Masters, but the winning Master apparently still avoided fighting. And that this Master was foolish, because he let sentiment get the better of him? Shirou keeps on remembering, and then—
‘Rejoice, boy. Your wish will, at last, be granted. Surely you’ve realized that your wish cannot come true without a clear and distinct evil.’
Without realizing it, he falls silent again. A Hero of Justice must have an evil to defeat? Is that all it is for him? Is that really it? Wanting evildoers to show up and threaten the peace just so he can do something about them? Shirou’s mind stirs, and he frowns. This isn’t like the movies. It’s just a sick joke. People’s lives are at stake here ( but, he hears himself at the back of his mind: they always are, for you ).
And that’s what he thinks his wish is? Conflict he can resolve? The boy grimaces to himself— I don’t want that. I’m not like that. It’s wrong. So why the hell would he rejoice? Why would anyone? Unfortunately, there were people who possibly did.
Stupid— there’s no point in thinking about that right now. In the end, too many thoughts ended up stuck his throat. He suddenly feels bad for that.
Shirou turns around, his eyes meeting Saber, expression firm. “I know we have to fight the other Masters— at least anyone that wants to cause harm...” Other than Tohsaka— that much he’s already certain of. “As long as we can minimize the damage together, I’m sure it’ll work out.” Somehow. He takes another moment to let his own words sink in, and then—
“Oh, but, uh.... sorry I didn’t tell you all of this earlier.”
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