Shirou Emiya gripped a kitchen knife and stared at Sakura Matou lying there without moving, his heart tangled in turmoil.
Reason told him he had to kill Sakura, or the tragedy from ten years ago would repeat itself.
But his heart kept telling him, Sakura was the one he loved most. How could he kill her?
Reason and instinct alternated, echoing through his mind.
Before he knew it, Shirou Emiya had already walked up to Sakura Matou.
Before he knew it, the kitchen knife in his hand had been raised, frozen above Sakura's chest.
By the time Shirou Emiya came to his senses, the tip of the knife had already pierced the skin over her heart.
Though it had only broken the skin slightly, he had truly stabbed down.
His hand trembled, and his heart was wracked with torment.
In the end, Shirou Emiya could not bring himself to do it. Just as he was about to pull out the knife and leave, a hand grabbed his.
Sakura Matou had woken up at some point and used the last of her strength to seize Shirou Emiya's hand.
Shirou Emiya said, "Sakura, you're awake. That's great. It isn't what you think."
Afraid that Sakura would misunderstand, Shirou Emiya hurriedly tried to explain.
Sakura Matou said, "I know. It isn't your fault, Senpai. It's all Sakura's own problem. Sure enough, Sakura isn't qualified to have Senpai all to herself!"
Shirou Emiya said, "How could that be? I like Sakura the most."
Sakura Matou said, "Sakura and Senpai were not meant to be in this life. I hope Sakura can meet Senpai again in the next."
Tears filled Sakura's eyes as she pressed Shirou Emiya's hand downward.
Unprepared, Shirou Emiya was pulled down by Sakura just like that.
The kitchen knife plunged in