Kerry Extract

There was nothing for it. He would save his breath and show them. That all life had to be weighed for either sacrifice or salvation. That all lives were of equal weight.

What had he, Emiya Kiritsugu, sworn to be? An impartial mover of the scales.

So he would kill. To tip the scales, he would eliminate the unmarked, faceless weights.

Kill the few to save the many.

His actions were right. They were as right as they could be in this tainted world. He was not wrong.

The hand marked with a red crucifix clenched into a fist.

He could not be wrong.