[ Archer's shoulders draw up and square off as Shirou turns to face him; he means to look at him with cold eyes, but anger and frustration blaze too brightly in them for that. ]
No. There was never any other option for you.
[ The Shirou he knew from back home was no longer himself; he was a new entity, reborn and doomed in the same decision to throw away his ideals for Sakura.
But Archer's voice is heavy with bitterness and regrets. He sees this boy before him, this old echo of all his mistakes, burning so brightly with determination and fearless hope, and he does not know how it came about. He does not have the experience of that fight and the answer he received from it. He sees only the aftermath, and he hates it as he always has. ]
Perhaps--
[ 'Perhaps you cannot judge what's wrong, heroic spirit Emiya,' whisper his new experiences treacherously at the back of his head. It might be true; after seeing Shirou part way with the dream he once bound himself to, he cannot know anything for certain any longer. But he also can't show that to the Shirou he faces now. ]
--you've closed your eyes to your ruin for now.
But I will not have Rin's blood on your hands be what opens them.
[ He's sacrificed himself once for Rin already, when he could have stayed fast to save more instead. He won't back down from protecting her now. He can't. Even if the dead scraps of his dream still cling to his empty heart, inescapable, his feet carry him after his Master now. ]
(UBW Spoilers)
No. There was never any other option for you.
[ The Shirou he knew from back home was no longer himself; he was a new entity, reborn and doomed in the same decision to throw away his ideals for Sakura.
But Archer's voice is heavy with bitterness and regrets. He sees this boy before him, this old echo of all his mistakes, burning so brightly with determination and fearless hope, and he does not know how it came about. He does not have the experience of that fight and the answer he received from it. He sees only the aftermath, and he hates it as he always has. ]
Perhaps--
[ 'Perhaps you cannot judge what's wrong, heroic spirit Emiya,' whisper his new experiences treacherously at the back of his head. It might be true; after seeing Shirou part way with the dream he once bound himself to, he cannot know anything for certain any longer. But he also can't show that to the Shirou he faces now. ]
--you've closed your eyes to your ruin for now.
But I will not have Rin's blood on your hands be what opens them.
[ He's sacrificed himself once for Rin already, when he could have stayed fast to save more instead. He won't back down from protecting her now. He can't. Even if the dead scraps of his dream still cling to his empty heart, inescapable, his feet carry him after his Master now. ]