"I have to be the one," he whispered, his voice lost to the downpour. "Because if I don't stand here, who will? If I don't take this pain, it’ll just find someone else who isn't ready for it."
Defeat Him. Not because he is evil. Not because he is a tyrant. But because he is the obstacle between her and a tomorrow she deserves.
Then, the air shifted. The gold-clad King of Heroes descended, a walking god of arrogance. Behind Shirou, she stood—Saber, her breathing ragged, her armor cracked. She was a king, a legend, a myth. But in this moment, to him, she was just a girl who had carried the weight of a country until her shoulders broke. "Why I Fight" and "Defeat Him Protect Her" EMIYA Theme
The rain in Fuyuki doesn’t just fall; it drowns the memories of the living.
The shift in the music of his soul was violent. The existential dread of "Why I Fight" sharpened into a singular, lethal intent. "I have to be the one," he whispered,
The world fractured. The rain turned to sparks. For the first time, the fake surpassed the real, not through power, but through the sheer, stubborn will to keep one person safe.
Shirou stepped forward. He didn't look back at Saber, but he felt her presence like a sun at his back. He didn't need to be a hero of justice to save the world. He just needed to be a boy with a sword who refused to let one person suffer. "Trace... on." Not because he is evil
He wasn't fighting to win. He was fighting to prove that a heart made of glass could still cut like steel if it was tempered by a selfless wish.