[ The Holy Grail War ends not quietly, but without fanfare. Nobody applauds for them when the curtain finally falls. Nobody blesses them - the only ovation they receive is the words of love the final Master spits at her like curses.
"I still love you. All of this was always for your sake. Nobody else understands you. Nobody ever will. Nobody-"
With his Servant dead, there's no need to kill the Master to proclaim herself victor. But if she has to listen to another moment of that prattling, Ai thinks she might die herself. It's surprisingly easy this time around - no dramatic swell of tragic strings, no terror, no fear. It's just the ugly, undignified end of a human life and Ai knows how far down the path she is to not being one of those any longer.
Still. She can't stop herself from gently passing a hand over his face to close his eyes for him. She doesn't need him anymore, but all girls are sentimental about their first loves, she thinks. And it's funny - when she'd first become a Master, she'd been reminded of Hikaru Kamiki at every turn by the Servant who'd come for her but now all she can think is how utterly he fails to live up to the real thing. ]
... I thought... I'd be sad. Or that I might regret it. But... I think I'm just relieved it's finally over.
[ The words come out of her halting and slow as she gradually rises to her feet and turns her back on the corpse. She's aware that her clothes are wet and sticky and hot and feels a mild trill of annoyance that she's such a mess at a moment like this. But all the same, once her eyes settle on Oberon, her expression softens. The smile she gives him is repulsively gentle for a girl who was just kneeling in a scorned man's blood. ]
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"I still love you. All of this was always for your sake. Nobody else understands you. Nobody ever will. Nobody-"
With his Servant dead, there's no need to kill the Master to proclaim herself victor. But if she has to listen to another moment of that prattling, Ai thinks she might die herself. It's surprisingly easy this time around - no dramatic swell of tragic strings, no terror, no fear. It's just the ugly, undignified end of a human life and Ai knows how far down the path she is to not being one of those any longer.
Still. She can't stop herself from gently passing a hand over his face to close his eyes for him. She doesn't need him anymore, but all girls are sentimental about their first loves, she thinks. And it's funny - when she'd first become a Master, she'd been reminded of Hikaru Kamiki at every turn by the Servant who'd come for her but now all she can think is how utterly he fails to live up to the real thing. ]
... I thought... I'd be sad. Or that I might regret it. But... I think I'm just relieved it's finally over.
[ The words come out of her halting and slow as she gradually rises to her feet and turns her back on the corpse. She's aware that her clothes are wet and sticky and hot and feels a mild trill of annoyance that she's such a mess at a moment like this. But all the same, once her eyes settle on Oberon, her expression softens. The smile she gives him is repulsively gentle for a girl who was just kneeling in a scorned man's blood. ]
You're not hurt?