[ It is Kirei's first sharp comment about Flat not comprehending how foolish that he is. Yet even so, he feels the back of his scalp start to prickle. This is the same feeling that he would get when he was an Executor and about to charge forward into battle. The anticipation that he might die if he takes one wrong step, if he responds just a few seconds too late.
His eyebrow twitches at the words "Dead Apostle." Involuntarily, his fist clenches at his side. As one from the Church, he has a great disdain for such creatures. Of course, the feelings that he has for them will never rival the absolute hatred that he has for Zouken Matou, nor his feelings toward Kiritsugu Emiya. One could say that "Dead Apostles" were in the top three things that actually incites a negative reaction from him, though. ]
Hn. [ He says instead before he starts piecing some information together. Seventy percent metal. Could it be Hansa Cervantes? Kirei dismisses the thought as simply because there is no guarantee that the world that Flat comes from truly mirrors his own. It is why when Flat first started talking about a cyborg priest that he did not immediately think of Hansa Cervantes. Yet hearing him go on, that Executor is one of the few that could stand to battle a Dead Apostle by himself. ]
Of course, of course. [ His tone was almost absent-minded, like he was just humoring Flat. But still the prickling feeling on the back of his scalp did not go away. Something is wrong. It is the feeling like his life is in danger, like he should make an escape. But the two of us are merely talking. Yet his training as an Executor told him that it would be wise to run. Why.
What was subconsciously being keyed? What was being triggered inside of him? What?
It isn't pride that keeps him from leaving. It isn't pride that tells him that he should remain. It's confusion and worry; he has become someone that is very aware of himself. He's aware of his reasoning and his reactions. To come across an irrational reaction, it makes him want to discover the reason why. I'm not being threatened. So... why? Something is wrong.
He repeats himself but that does not help him come up with an answer as to what is wrong. ]
There are plenty of reasons why you shouldn't want to be my friend. For one, I don't consider ... [ Again, he hesitates. Kirei had originally wanted to say that he would not consider Flat a friend -- that he would never consider Flat a friend. There is no one that he considers a friend of his. Not even other Executors. Not even Gilgamesh. There is no one that he feels such a connection towards.
Yet... somehow, the prickling feeling intensifies and he decides to change what he is saying: ] ... I don't believe we're compatible for friendship.
[ Kirei feels like if he admits his own emptiness that something will happen. Something that he doesn't want to have happen. He's never been afraid or worried about telling others about how empty he feels. He finds it a joke most of the time. A cruel joke that he lives every day. Yet somehow, he doesn't want this boy to know about it.
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[ It is Kirei's first sharp comment about Flat not comprehending how foolish that he is. Yet even so, he feels the back of his scalp start to prickle. This is the same feeling that he would get when he was an Executor and about to charge forward into battle. The anticipation that he might die if he takes one wrong step, if he responds just a few seconds too late.
His eyebrow twitches at the words "Dead Apostle." Involuntarily, his fist clenches at his side. As one from the Church, he has a great disdain for such creatures. Of course, the feelings that he has for them will never rival the absolute hatred that he has for Zouken Matou, nor his feelings toward Kiritsugu Emiya. One could say that "Dead Apostles" were in the top three things that actually incites a negative reaction from him, though. ]
Hn. [ He says instead before he starts piecing some information together. Seventy percent metal. Could it be Hansa Cervantes? Kirei dismisses the thought as simply because there is no guarantee that the world that Flat comes from truly mirrors his own. It is why when Flat first started talking about a cyborg priest that he did not immediately think of Hansa Cervantes. Yet hearing him go on, that Executor is one of the few that could stand to battle a Dead Apostle by himself. ]
Of course, of course. [ His tone was almost absent-minded, like he was just humoring Flat. But still the prickling feeling on the back of his scalp did not go away. Something is wrong. It is the feeling like his life is in danger, like he should make an escape. But the two of us are merely talking. Yet his training as an Executor told him that it would be wise to run. Why.
What was subconsciously being keyed? What was being triggered inside of him? What?
It isn't pride that keeps him from leaving. It isn't pride that tells him that he should remain. It's confusion and worry; he has become someone that is very aware of himself. He's aware of his reasoning and his reactions. To come across an irrational reaction, it makes him want to discover the reason why. I'm not being threatened. So... why? Something is wrong.
He repeats himself but that does not help him come up with an answer as to what is wrong. ]
There are plenty of reasons why you shouldn't want to be my friend. For one, I don't consider ... [ Again, he hesitates. Kirei had originally wanted to say that he would not consider Flat a friend -- that he would never consider Flat a friend. There is no one that he considers a friend of his. Not even other Executors. Not even Gilgamesh. There is no one that he feels such a connection towards.
Yet... somehow, the prickling feeling intensifies and he decides to change what he is saying: ] ... I don't believe we're compatible for friendship.
[ Kirei feels like if he admits his own emptiness that something will happen. Something that he doesn't want to have happen. He's never been afraid or worried about telling others about how empty he feels. He finds it a joke most of the time. A cruel joke that he lives every day. Yet somehow, he doesn't want this boy to know about it.
Why. ]