Shirou wanted to scratch his head, but he was still holding Sieg and couldn't. Why was this person so stubborn? Was this also part of their good compatibility?
Shirou was about to say something else, but Sieg's next words stopped him cold.
"I like you."
Sieg stared straight into Shirou's eyes.
Shirou frowned. "Sieg, do you really understand what liking someone means? And what kind of liking is this? Comrades? Lovers? Friends? Or something else? Can you tell the difference now? What you feel now is only the liking other people talk about, not what you yourself think liking is, right?"
Sieg pressed his lips tightly together, making Shirou wonder if he had spoken too harshly. For a baby who had only been born fifteen days ago—well, although he was far more mature mentally—there was no way he could understand what love or liking was, right? Babies could only feel an innate closeness toward their mothers. No matter what, they wouldn't be attracted to the opposite sex...
"I want us to always be together, leaning against each other as we watch the sunset. To travel across the world, see crimson mountains and emerald rivers, until the very end of the world."
Shirou nearly spat out blood.
Why did it feel like this fifteen-day-old child spoke more eloquently than he did?
"Who taught you those words?"
Shirou felt like he had heard those sentences somewhere before, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember.
"On the other side of the world, I think I sometimes heard someone reciting poetry, and I seem to have remembered a few lines... But, Assassin, um, she's caught up with us."
Sieg pointed beside Shirou. Sakura was smiling at him, her hair turned white, her eyes glowing red, and her body covered in black