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Who: Illya and all you all
What: Open Post
When: 2/2
Where Graveyard, then to the dormitory floor.
Format: Action Spam
Warning: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggsssssssssssssssst, possible spoilers for Heaven's Feel

[It had been weeks since she had seen her beloved older brother, though Illya had remained optimistic that he had simply been busy, it was unlike Shirou to leave those he cared about alone for long. It was today that such dread finally overtook her sense of optimism, driving Illya to investigate the graveyard that stood oddly within the towers confines. It wasn't long before she happened a tombstone etched with a name she had dreaded to ever see in this vile place.

Illya could do naught but drop to her knees and cry, though her mother and so many other friends still resided in the tower, it felt as if she had lost a small portion of her soul had been cut out with a sharp knife. Such was the pain of losing her beloved older brother. For awhile she sits by the cold, grey stone and weeps, unable to process her grief any other way.

Anyone who happens through the graveyard will find her in such a state, weeping and trying her best to reconcile her own unrequited feelings.]

[After nearly two hours of crying and general sulking, Illya returns to her room, her eyes red and puffy, and clothes stained with tears. Though the worst had passed, her heart still lay heavy with regret and sorrow. She had finally thought she'd have time to tell Shirou how she'd felt and possibly be joined with him in a union that lay beyond her role as little sister. However, as it always seemed to happened, her existence was a cursed one, destined to be cut short without the fulfilment afforded to normal human beings.]

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[Diarmuid is taking a break from patrolling the new floors when he hears a child crying. Quick steps take him to where a small white haired girl is crying in front of one of the stones. She looks familiar, if barely, and after a few moments he's finally able to remember why. During the experiment, his roommate had sent him to check on her.

The eternal child...

As he watches her, another thing suddenly strikes him as familiar and after a moment he realizes it's because he's looking at a younger version of Saber's master from the war.

Quickly, his eyes move to the name on the stone and he is relieved when he doesn't recognize it. It might be selfish, but several people he knows would be hurt if Saber's master had left the tower to return to not only a dead world, but death itself.

Still, even if the name on the stone is unknown to him, whoever it was must have meant the world to the girl with how hard she is crying.

Diarmuid kneels next to the girl and just sits there offering what silent support he can since he doesn't know her well enough to even begin to try and comfort her. Still, the father in him just won't let him leave her alone in her grief.]

[Lancer is used to silent mourning from those who would come here. Either that, or wordless, angry destruction. Even though the graveyard was more fit than other places for weeping, it was like much of the population had already cried themselves dry at some point. Therefore, he doesn't expect the eerie calm to be broken by the sound of crying as he passes the floor.]

[Stepping into the floor, he can see a tiny white form bent over a grave.]

...Kid?

[He takes a few cautious steps forward.]

[Hear Lancer's footsteps, Illya turns and, for a moment, ceases to cry. Her eyes red and puffy, it looks like she's been here for quite awhile. A sad scene to be sure.]

Mr. Servant? What are you doing here?

[Illya jumps a little as Lancer kneels before her. She wasn't expecting visitors in a solemn as place as this, let alone another servant.

Wiping tears from her eye she addresses the noble hero.]

H...hello, can I help you?

Heard you crying. What's wrong? Someone close to you left?

[Thinking about this makes Lancer a little nervous too. The people he knew were close to Illya in the Tower were Saber and Illya's Master. Was it one of them who had left?]

[Diarmuid smiles at her, the expression soft and almost fatherly.]

I was hoping maybe I could help you, Lady. You see quite distressed and it just seemed wrong to leave you alone with your grief. I take it someone you were quite close to has vanished from the tower?

It was Shirou...

[Her words trailed off into the abyss as tears once more begin to cascade from her ruby red eyes.

Shirou...?

[He can remember the redhead boy he met in this same graveyard.]

...That kid was important to you?

[A pity. He never had the chance to find out.]

[Illya nods.]

He took me in after my servant was killed. I never was able to tell him, but I was in love with him...

[Illya nods.]

My big brother is gone.

[She tears up once more.]

Oh. Then...he was your big brother.

[Another case of alternate universes. It seems her world is different from his beyond just Saber's gender.]

Sorry.

[He can't say much else. Not when he knows she clearly lost someone very important to her in more ways than one.]

[Illya sniffles.]

It's all right, there is nothing anyone could have done about it. I just wish I would have confessed when I had the chance.

[A slow nod. Then, he bops his fist on the open palm of his other hand as he thinks of an idea.]

...Hey, you know, what if you could tell him? I mean, when he comes back. Just leave him a note.

[Diarmuid reaches out and gently squeezes her shoulder.]

Then by all means, cry. Such a lost is not one to keep inside. But at the very least take comfort in the fact that he is still in your heart and that no one can take from you. Not the tower and not the administrators.

[It feels like so little. Diarmuid wishes he knew something more to do to comfort her since the words hardly seem like enough. He would like to hug her like he used to do to comfort his own daughter when she cried, but he doesn't know her nearly well enough to do such a thing.]

[Saber had been waiting for this day. She's known it was going to come when the other Arturia Pendragon had not encountered Shirou. Since the black knight had been keeping away from most she knew, she'd been making frequent trips to the graveyard to see.]

...

[It was still odd to see Illyasviel after the latest experiment and knowing what had happened to the girl without Shirou. And she remembered how she had taken on something akin to a fatherly role to the girl. Saber had never been a good father to her own son. She hadn't even recognized him -as- her son until he lay dying by her sword. She felt so awkward and unsure.

...but the knight knelt down behind the girl and wrapped one arm about her. This was something better suited for Irisviel, but Saber was the one there at the moment.]

[So consumed was Illya in her sadness, it takes her a moment to realize Saber's arm now lay draped around her tiny frame.]

Saber...

A knight has little to offer for comfort, but I am here. [a pregnant pause] And I understand how you feel.

Shed tears all you must; I am waterproof.

[Illya nods, it wasn't a bad idea, and, at this point, she'd do anything to make the pain go away.]

All right...I'll do that.

[Illya tries her best to smile, though it is a rather sad sight admits all the tears and other mess blotting her pale face.]

I'll help. We can carve it on a stone and bury it next to the grave so nobody else takes it. Then, if I ever run into him again, I can tell him where to dig.

[He gives Illya an equally strained smile.]

I'll be all right...

[Despite her words, Illya begins to cry. Shirou meant more to her then anything in the world.]

Even if he doesn't love me back...I'll be glad that to finally be able to tell him the truth.

Alright, then wait a little bit.

[He'll dash downstairs to find a rock and a carving tool. He should be back in about a half hour or so.]

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