bars.Ī sound like scraping had him tensing and glancing overhead as one of the stones on the roof of the cell was moved away. No, this was an uncomfortable stone floor, surrounded by stone walls, and. When he came to, he realized that what he was laying on was not the tatami mat he'd begun his work on. But Shirou was a magic user, not a magus in truth, and he knew swords. Now, at this point, any magus would have retreated from their task, drawn up further meticulous plans to test the sword and it's strange energy. A tandem energy resonating through the blade off into some imperceivable, interdimensional plane. It did not take long for, if not a response, a kind of feedback.

The curiosity was too much, and he set his Grasp towards probing that strangeness, the magic that rested within it. An image of another blade, embedded with rich jewels, flitted across his thoughts. If this blade had an owner in that world, who was to say that it did not exist throughout multiple universes. How the swords had been the only point of commonality between their two worlds that she had identified. How she had fought a great beast that had eventually wielded a massive copy of the same weapon she carried. He remembered something that Iris had mentioned about her blood-soaked escapade. If it had been an oddity before, now it was positively alien. strange, to his touch, but he had not anticipated just how different it had apparently become since Iris had brought it back from. He'd be there when she needed to talk, and wouldn't press the issue sooner.įor now, though, there was something else he needed to check up on. So, after leaving her a steaming mug of hot chocolate on the side table, he'd decided to leave well enough alone. He could wait, and would provide support whenever it was needed, but it was still unsettling to see her sitting there for hours on end, more like a corpse than anything. She was getting better, that much was clear, but it would be a while before she once again reached her comfort zone. He'd heard her nightmares, had been there to support her when she'd finally broken down and told him about the other world. Mungo's, apparently cured of all interior eyes -something that had apparently facilitated the creation of several new healing potions, many rounds of questioning, and psychiatric leaves of absence for several healers involved- and deemed sane enough for release.īut still, even if the professionals had determined her to be of sound mind, Shirou knew better. She hadn't moved in quite some time, being apparently content to sit in silence and utter stillness. Shirou paused in his housecleaning, momentarily resting an eye on Iris' still form. In this fic, he is still driven to become a hero, but he also wants to return to his home dimension. In fact, it's possible for normal Maguses to achieve a Reality Marble through decades and decades of focused work and research. Every Magus in the verse makes use of self-hypnosis to allow themselves to impose their own will onto the world. Which would be concerning except that this is generally how magic in the Nasu-verse works. It is often made into a big deal due to the idea that a Reality Marble requires you to rewrite the external world with your own internal world. The fact that he has a Reality Marble is once again not a sign of insanity. If he was insane or had some kind of mindset that couldn't be understood, then he could not be the narrator for Fate/Stay Night, because we wouldn't be able to understand his thoughts enough to read them.

He's pretty much a young man with a specific type of PTSD, which leads to a very obsessive mindset when it comes to helping and protecting people. Shirou is not insane, nor does he have a 'demonic' or 'alien mindset'. Due to Rin using some confusing language as well as some sketchy translations in the fan community being blown up or flanderized by the community, there is a common misconception about Shirou and his mental state.

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