Could it be that the memory files they had just received were actually their own original memories?
If that was the case...
"So that's how it is... You wanted to know those memories so you could love me more deeply, not so you could laugh at me, right? That's it, isn't it? Hakuno, you'll love me even more!" Lip spoke incoherently, her hostility toward Shirou and Hakuno unusually apparent.
"What are you trying to do?" Shirou drew his weapon. "Are you trying to stop us from recovering our memories? I won't allow that."
"I just want the Hakuno I like to stay the way she is now. If you get in my way, then even if it's you, Hakuno, I can't forgive you. I'll punish you so you can never, never return to normal again. Hakuno, you understand, don't you?"
Lip's eyes were filled with pleading. But such pleading would never earn anyone's approval.
Wanting to destroy the person you loved just to keep them the way you liked them—such goodwill, so far removed from all reason, could no longer be called goodwill. It was merely the madness of destroying what one loved.
"If you can't have it, you destroy it? That's completely selfish. You're like a child who can't get the toy they want." Shirou mocked Lip.
Lip staggered back under Shirou's sharp rebuke. The hostility of the Lip who had been directly refuted vanished completely. And yet, for some reason, an even more bewitching light gleamed in her eyes.
This was the rhythm of a fight. He had to protect Hakuno!
Narrowing his eyes, Shirou lowered his stance.
Sure enough, Lip burst forth with astonishing speed. Her enormous claw completely bypassed Shirou and swung toward Hakuno.
Shirou shifted back slightly.
Trace on!
If the holy sword was too