Such utter loneliness it broke Arturia's heart to see. Was this what Guinevere had seen, when she agreed to be Queen? Was this what Shirou had seen and wanted to 'fix' in his own fumbling inexperienced way? It was strange, seeing it on the face of one corrupted so, and it made her stomach clench at the thought that this was what she had put her people through by making her wish.
Avalon rejected her? Avalon was here? Some part of her wondered if that meant Shirou was here as well, but no. No. As much as she hated herself for it she knew he would be the last person she would want to see--any version of him from any universe. Arturia had no idea how she would handle it.
She summoned Caliburn once more and held it out. She studied it for a moment. True, it was a king's sword, but it was the sign of one chosen to be king and this other self looked just as uncertain as she herself did about.... well.... everything.
"Here. You have as much right to it as I do," she said, holding it out and, this time, praying to any deity that would listen to those as damned as they that her mirror image would not be rejected by it.
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Avalon rejected her? Avalon was here? Some part of her wondered if that meant Shirou was here as well, but no. No. As much as she hated herself for it she knew he would be the last person she would want to see--any version of him from any universe. Arturia had no idea how she would handle it.
She summoned Caliburn once more and held it out. She studied it for a moment. True, it was a king's sword, but it was the sign of one chosen to be king and this other self looked just as uncertain as she herself did about.... well.... everything.
"Here. You have as much right to it as I do," she said, holding it out and, this time, praying to any deity that would listen to those as damned as they that her mirror image would not be rejected by it.