[Week 3, Thursday: Shirou]

[fallbymyhands]

[sometime late afternoon, after Mitsuru finishes practicing her fencing skills, but well before the sun sets, Mitsuru makes her way back to cabin one to prepare for her post-curfew patrol. it's a good thing she and Shirou share a cabin, because she probably runs into him as she's headed that way]

Ah-- hello again, Emiya. We keep meeting like this.

[DESTINY]

[or it's b/c the camp is a small area and they share a living space]

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[fallbymyhands]

[a pause]

. . . no.

[oh]

He was distant, but caring. He only wished for the best for me.

[diesifkilled]

[oh

shit]

Still, it sounds like you cared about him a lot.

[fallbymyhands]

I did.

And I intend to carry on his legacy, though through my own terms, and not his. Just as he wished for me to do.

[diesifkilled]

[That reminds him of Tohsaka so much it makes him stop in his tracks for a moment. Mitsuru might have plenty of differences from Rin, but some of the similarities are really striking.

After recovering from that thought, he smiles.]

You know, you're a really admirable person, Kirijo.

[fallbymyhands]

[she starts a bit when she hears that, and despite her best efforts, a tiny dash of pink appears on her features]

. . . thank you.

[she was always taught to accept compliments in stride]

[diesifkilled]

[He gives her a smile and takes a moment to think. Why did they start talking about dads to begin with?

Oh, right.]

Anyway, did you have any other questions about magic?

[fallbymyhands]

Hm? Oh, no. Not at this moment. I suppose I was just curious how your magic compared to the magic of a Persona.

[diesifkilled]

[Oh, right. The Persona.]

Actually, would you mind telling me a bit about how that works? I heard some from Ren, but didn't really understand it.

[fallbymyhands]

[hm. . . well]

What did Amamiya tell you? I can pick up where he left off.