Is that the voice of an angel or the voice of death?
No, none of those are true.
Her long, silver hair was without a single blemish, she had ruby-like eyes, exquisite features, and a gorgeous pure white dress.
Zouken Matou gazed at the woman with infatuation.
It existed in a distant memory, and suddenly awakened at this moment.
"It's Justisa Risleich von Einzbern!"
"Three hundred years have passed. Tohsaka Nagato is dead, and I am gone too. Why do you still refuse to die? Is this what you want—to live on in this world, going against your original wishes?"
The white spirit seemed to be caressing Zouken Matou's soul.
“Answer me, Machiri Zorgen.”
Why?
Why not die?
Why cling to life?
To live in this world in this nauseating way every day.
Why do they avoid direct sunlight, live in an inhuman way, and suffer more than death?
If it were all over, I could easily be freed from the pain.
But why do we still cling to all the pain and hold on to life?
Yes! But why is that?
I remember now, it's to fulfill my wish.
For my lofty ideal.
To have control over all things, to understand all truths, and to reach a state that no one has ever reached before.
To transcend the limitations of the physical body and attain the infinity of the soul.
That's right, there's only one dream.
In order to abolish all the sins of this world.
We risked our lives for an unattainable ideal.
----to this end
Therefore, they seek the Holy Grail.
Seeking miracles beyond human capabilities.
There is no reason for it to disappear until it is achieved.
No matter how many times you are defeated, no matter how many times you realize that you cannot reach it with your physical body, you will never give up as long as you are alive.
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