If he had been younger than something like this would’ve been a dream come true. Another time, another place, for the both of them. If only it was any mixture but this one then something may have been able to be gained from it. As they stood now, this kind of happiness was impossible.
His smile was sincere as he stared at her expecting face. Her hands so tightly clinging to the front of his jacket as if afraid that he would flee in any given moment. "Arturia." The normal title of master was dropped as he rested his hands atop hers, squeezing them as a sign to release him.
"There is no gain in such a partnership," Archer could not live up to her expectancy of him. Love it may truly be that she carried but nothing was to come of it. "Once this war is up, I shall be no more. A wish is also not fit to be wasted on me." Seeing her eyes contemplate and mouth open to retort fast he stopped her there.
It was best for him to just fade away much like the love of his life had.