"I have to be the one," he whispered, his voice lost to the downpour. "Because if I don't stand here, who will? If I don't take this pain, it’ll just find someone else who isn't ready for it."
It wasn't for glory. It wasn't even for justice anymore. It was because he could still see the fire. He could still feel the heat of the city burning ten years ago and the hand of a man who looked happier to save someone than to be alive himself. "Why I Fight" and "Defeat Him Protect Her" EMIYA Theme
Defeat Him. Not because he is evil. Not because he is a tyrant. But because he is the obstacle between her and a tomorrow she deserves. "I have to be the one," he whispered,
Then, the air shifted. The gold-clad King of Heroes descended, a walking god of arrogance. Behind Shirou, she stood—Saber, her breathing ragged, her armor cracked. She was a king, a legend, a myth. But in this moment, to him, she was just a girl who had carried the weight of a country until her shoulders broke. It wasn't even for justice anymore
Under a sky the color of a bruised lung, Shirou Emiya stood amidst a graveyard of blades. This wasn't the Infinite Creation of Swords he’d eventually call his own—this was the messy, blood-soaked reality of a boy trying to keep a promise to a ghost.