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Archerโs body went still at the sound of that name, as though the weight of it had slipped past his armor and struck bone. His eyes lowered to the fist extended toward him, to the Command Seal burning like a sun against skin scarred by battle.
Not just a servant, nor as just a hero. As a person & friend.
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For the first time, the sardonic edge faded from his face. He looked at Bruss not as a Master, not as some stranger wielding ideals too large for mortal hands, but as a fellow foolโone who bore the same stubborn fire in his chest.
ใVery well.ใHe murmured, silver eyes steady.ใFrom this moment, I stand with you. Not as a weapon. Not as a tool. As Emiya Shirou.ใ
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Archer tilted his head back, following that gaze skyward, though his eyes held no aweโonly the practiced calm of a man whoโd stared at horizons and found no answers waiting. His silence lingered, carried by the sigh of the wind through steel and glass.
ใWondering is fine.ใHe said at last, voice edged with a dry sort of patience.ใBut it only takes you in circles. The world wonโt stop moving just because youโre busy staring past it.ใ
For a heartbeat, Archer considered brushing her offโmuscle memory from countless battles urging resistance. Yet the insistent tug of her hands, the stubborn weight of her small frame pressing him down, coaxed something else from him instead.
The crimson coat pooled around him like a banner lowered in surrender, the white cords at his chest straining as his shoulders took her grip. He tilted his head just enough to cast her a sidelong look, eyes glinting beneath dark lashes, half-chiding and half-indulgent.
Archer studied him in silence, ashen gaze unflinching, the way one might regard a fire that threatened to consume everything yet somehow offered warmth. The air between them hung heavy, thick with conviction and the raw edge of vulnerability that few ever bared before him.
His tone carried no malice, only the weight of lived truth. Still, the corner of his mouth lifted, wry, resigned.ใButโฆ if youโve chosen that road, then I know it well enough to walk it beside you. Just donโt expect me to be the kind of guardian who feeds you comforting lies.ใ
His cloak shifted as he straightened, that dangerous stillness radiating off him like the taut string of an unseen bow.ใIf youโre serious, Saiyanโฆ then yes. Iโll answer as your Servantโโโโ.ใ
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Archer didnโt flinch beneath her gaze; those ocean eyes sought to pierce, but he had weathered storms fiercer than sentiment. Still, something softened in his expression, a fleeting warmth slipping past the armor of cynicism.
ใYou always were too quick to blame me.ใHe replied, voice low, touched with that dry sarcasm that refused to vanish even now. Yet there was no sting in itโonly the echo of familiarity, the cadence of an old rhythm they had once shared.
Archerโs eyes narrowed, the faint gleam of his ashen irises catching the dim light as if measuring Brussโs words against the weight of memory. His lips curved into something that wasnโt quite a smile, more like the faint trace of a scar reopening.
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"So you're the famed Archer, I mean I've met a variant of you. But knowing servants don't remember what happens when they were last summoned. I take it you're different?"
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ใโโโโBut if youโve met another Archer, donโt mistake me for him. Iโm only ever myself.ใHe shifted slightly, posture loose but blade-calloused hands never straying far from where a bow could appear in an instant.