[Rin's fingertips trace the back of her hand, brushing irritatedly at the design of her Command Seals as she talks.]
The time for the Fifth Holy Grail War came sooner than expected.
[She resists the instinct to tuck her head down, to look at Sakura through the curtain of her bangs. Hands folded primly in her lap (enough of that; no fidgeting), Rin peeks at the purple head that moves into focus from the corner of her eye before resolutely looking back down her nose.]
If you hadn't switched places with Shinji, per the arrangement between our— my father, and your grandfather, we would have faced each other as enemies.
[A heavy pause lingers in the air, thick with so many words that can't be said. To even get the sentiment across feels taboo.]
I'm... [The words are mumbled, eventually. Quiet yet firm, as she looks askance towards the foot of the bed.] I'm glad for that. That that didn't happen.
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The time for the Fifth Holy Grail War came sooner than expected.
[She resists the instinct to tuck her head down, to look at Sakura through the curtain of her bangs. Hands folded primly in her lap (enough of that; no fidgeting), Rin peeks at the purple head that moves into focus from the corner of her eye before resolutely looking back down her nose.]
If you hadn't switched places with Shinji, per the arrangement between our— my father, and your grandfather, we would have faced each other as enemies.
[A heavy pause lingers in the air, thick with so many words that can't be said. To even get the sentiment across feels taboo.]
I'm... [The words are mumbled, eventually. Quiet yet firm, as she looks askance towards the foot of the bed.] I'm glad for that. That that didn't happen.
[Yeah.]