Fate/Stay Night: Rebirth

The end was always the same, no matter how hard he tried, how much knowledge he gathered, how many swords he created, it never wasn't enough, his status as a faker made him unable to hold anything, not a sword, not something dear to him. And now, as he stared at his demise a feeling of shame washed over him, but he knew it wasn't the end, his deal needed to be completed, and thus, before it could take him a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

"Tell me Shirou, what is your wish?"