From Fake Dreams

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Tohsaka Residence:

In the kitchen of her home, Rin remained quiet as she poured tea for Luvia and herself. She wasn't in the mood to talk just yet. She would inevitably need to address the events which had happened no less than an hour ago, but the magus wanted her head as cleared as possible before embarking on that particular endeavor. Undoubtedly her rival was of a similar mindset as Luvia had not uttered a single word since they had silently entered the mansion.

There were no witty comments. No thinly veiled insults. Not even a glare between them.

Behind Luvia, Caster mutely glowered in spiritual form. While she had somehow managed to sustain little damage, she had utilized a good deal of her prana during that night and was a bit exhausted. Her mood didn't help things either...

As for Archer...

o. o. o.

Flashback:

Everyone stood in confusion as they found themselves back at the main entrance to the Ryudou Temple, albeit slightly displaced to mimic their previous setup inside the Reality Marble. The Witch, Bazett, Lancer, and the identified Assassin were standing in front of the main gates while Rin, Luvia, Archer and the Princess were located before the flames to their side.

"What the..." the Edelfelt muttered in confusion as she looked and saw the small distorted piece of stone where Assassin was pointing his gun at. "The Reality Marble is gone? Tohsaka?"

Everyone turned to the Master of Archer to see her panting with wide eyes and holding her hand out. The mark on the back of it showed that one of her Command Seals had been used up.

"We have to run. Now."

Luvia had known Rin for months now, and due to the frequency they clashed and spent time within each other's company, she could confidently say that she knew the girl better than most. They had similar personalities, temperaments, hell even their mysteries were similar.

However, not once did she ever hear her rival speak with so much fear in her voice.

Assassin, no, Kiritsugu Emiya, was in terrible shape. One of his arms was burnt in addition to pointing in an odd direction, and the large gash that Lancer gave him that spanned from shoulder to hip didn't look like it was going to go anytime soon.

Lancer, still more than able to fight despite looking as if he had just been through a war already, was more preoccupied with keeping his possessed Master alive. Said Master happened to be lying on the ground without legs behind those two odd girls, who, if the Witch could be believed, were actually Banshees.

On the other hand, the mentioned Servant was still in prime condition and the biggest problem at the moment. Rin had been confident that once Unlimited Blade Works was fully deployed the Witch would be easy to take down even with the absurd number of high level spells that was thrown about, but now...

The red and black Servant had made no allies with his attempted stunt. Even if he cared about that, he was clearly in no mental condition to keep on fighting, as his disbelieving gaze had not left his now identified father. Furthermore, utilizing his Reality Marble even for a short amount of time had consumed a significant amount of prana, leaving him in an even worse situation.

The Princess was not much better. True, she was not as stunned as everyone else about Assassin's identity, but she was still far from happy with the current circumstances. On top of that, she had exhausted more prana than anyone else in the battle with the numerous bulls she had summoned and enchanted.

"You..." Archer whispered, ignorant of everything else around him to focus on the Servant that had been giving virtually everyone in the War a headache since he had appeared his appearance. "You actually..."