Fate/Zero:Act 16 Part 12
- Before he realized it, he was on a burnt field.
Some kind of large fire had occurred.
The cityscape he was familiar with had turned to ruins, like the scars of battlefields that you see in films.
When dawn broke, the course of the fire weakened.
The wall of flame that had been so high now sunk, and the buildings had mostly crumbled down.
......It was a wondrous feeling to be the only thing within all this to remain in his original form.
He was the only living thing around.
Was he very lucky, or was his house built in a very lucky place?
He couldn't tell which it was, but in any case, he was the only one alive.
I lived on, so I have to keep living - was what he thought.
It would be dangerous to stay here indefinitely - and so he walked on aimlessly.
But it wasn't because he couldn't stand being burnt black like the people who had collapsed around him.
...Most likely, more so than the feeling of not wanting to be like them,
there was a stronger feeling that bound his heart.
Even so, he held nothing like hope.
It was a wonder that he had lived up to this point, so he did not think that he would be saved now.
To start with, he cannot be saved.
No matter what he did, he cannot possibly leave this crimson world.
It was so absolute a hell that even a young child was able to comprehend it.
And so he fell.
Perhaps there was no oxygen; perhaps he had already lost the function of taking in oxygen.
At any rate, he fell, gazing at the sky which was beginning to cloud over.
There were the human figures around him, burnt black and quite shrunken.
Dark clouds covered the sky, telling him that rain will fall soon.
...That would be good. The fire would end if rain fell.
At the end, with a deep breath, he looked up at the rainclouds.
Even though he could no longer breath. Just - it's so, painful.
For the people who can no longer even complain, he spoke with frank emotions.
It was just so painful. Living was painful. So much so that he even thought he might as well just disappear now and be at ease.
With a hazy consciousness, he meaninglessly stretched out his hand.
He did not stretch out his hand to seek salvation.
Just - the sky was so, far.
He simply thought that in his final moment.
And so his consciousness disappeared, and the raised hand suddenly fell onto the ground.
It should have fallen.
The powerless sinking hand was grasped by a large hand.
......He remembered that face.
The figure of the man who was joyous from the bottom of his heart at finding a living human being, with tears amassing in his eyes.
- Because, he looked so very delighted.
So much so that, it was as though the one who was saved was not me, but the man.
In such a way that he could feel envy for the him who was directly before death - the man said, thank you, as though he was expressing gratitude for something.
Thank you, for letting me find this.
As though he was expressing gratitude to someone for letting him help and save just one person - he showed a smile that could not be surpassed.
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