[ Even if he couldn't feel it anymore, there is a lack of fulfillment that chews away at his heart. Emotions and ideals that once flushed through all of his mind long gone, devoured by something mysterious, and nowadays are not even a memory resided within the confinement of his mind, not even that. An unexpected error caused this, and when he noticed it was too late, whatever that did this already had sunk its teeth on him. His willpower pushed and fought and resisted beneath the inevitable crush of its power, but alas —
alas, it wasn't enough. The last thing Emiya Shirou genuinely felt was his mind disconnecting to his senses, before passing out and becoming a whole new "Emiya Shirou".
The only memories left are the ones implanted on him, artificial - but they ultimately became the truth, he remembers everything that happened afterwards, but nothing else. His usual self present, but the real Emiya Shirou wouldn't ever approved of this. He acts the same, but forgot what kept his real self alive, now living the life of a fake truth. That boy was disconnected now and in his place is someone new, something "better". Doesn't need anything at all, to an extent. To eat, perhaps. To sleep, though it doesn't come often. To drink, though he may not taste it, and never once has he wondered his past ideals.
As usual, he's awake early in the morning. Though this time he spends more time laying on bed, inmersed in mundane thoughts, like waking up to make breakfa—
And she caught him off-guard.
He almost jumped out of the bed at that, but managed to regain composture really quick, trying to keep it cool. His somehow sleepy gape meeting hers, ]
Geez, Illya... That was a surprise. [ He drawls, rubbing one eye with a lazy hand that went up. Though he manages to deliver a warm grin before raising the upper part of his body and leaning against the back of the bed, his gaze never stopped looking at her, ] —It's kinda early. I guess you want me to make the breakfast sooner or...?
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alas, it wasn't enough. The last thing Emiya Shirou genuinely felt was his mind disconnecting to his senses, before passing out and becoming a whole new "Emiya Shirou".
The only memories left are the ones implanted on him, artificial - but they ultimately became the truth, he remembers everything that happened afterwards, but nothing else. His usual self present, but the real Emiya Shirou wouldn't ever approved of this. He acts the same, but forgot what kept his real self alive, now living the life of a fake truth. That boy was disconnected now and in his place is someone new, something "better". Doesn't need anything at all, to an extent. To eat, perhaps. To sleep, though it doesn't come often. To drink, though he may not taste it, and never once has he wondered his past ideals.
As usual, he's awake early in the morning. Though this time he spends more time laying on bed, inmersed in mundane thoughts, like waking up to make breakfa—
And she caught him off-guard.
He almost jumped out of the bed at that, but managed to regain composture really quick, trying to keep it cool. His somehow sleepy gape meeting hers, ]
Geez, Illya... That was a surprise. [ He drawls, rubbing one eye with a lazy hand that went up. Though he manages to deliver a warm grin before raising the upper part of his body and leaning against the back of the bed, his gaze never stopped looking at her, ] —It's kinda early. I guess you want me to make the breakfast sooner or...?