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Ah, he didn’t like this.
That morning, Angra Mainyu had gone The Crystal to have a full breakfast before he headed to the forest. He had made an habit of it; there was something comforting in a routine that he could not explain. It should not fit him, considering his tendency to do whatever he wanted at any moment, but he found out he liked to have a schedule. Even if it was only as a reminder that he actually had things to do and so he will never be bored.
It had been then when he saw her roaming the frozen streets. That golden hair, that air in which he carried herself; a jewel, almost divine amongst the snow and the common folk. It made his heart skip a beat. He might have been captivated even if he hadn’t recognized the frame of that woman, even if it was different from what he remembered.
The memories came like a torrent in his mind. A girl enjoying a well made dinner with a content smile on her face. A girl playing with children, for a moment forgetting her duties and the heavy burden she always carried on her shoulder. A girl, smiling back at him warmly with her profile outlined against the sunset.
He felt so dizzy that he thought he would spit out his breakfast the way it came.
He had followed her then without a second thought. There was no actual reason for Avenger to do this, and he realized quick enough that it was a waste of his time but he clung to it. To her, to her vision, to those precious memories she awakened with her mere presence. Even if he always told himself to not grow attached, the days he spent as Emiya Shirou filled him with a warm wistfulness.
For the first time since he arrived, Angra Mainyu wished he could turn into a shadow just so he could hide his presence better. He did not want to catch her attention, of that King of Knights that he recognized but was not the one he knew. It was not conversation what he sought, nor recognition, just the memories and the feelings they brought. That was all he needed.
Ah, no, he didn’t like this. Begone, fickle emotions. Before he found himself yearning for things he couldn’t have.
