Brilliant people shine more brightly than ordinary ones. They never regret or agonize over what they've done.
I killed many people to act on my ideal. I killed so many that I stopped caring about innocent people and I saved a thousand times as many as I killed.
Is it really worth saving this sad and ugly world, when there is nothing left after it is saved? With all this death, cruelty and sadness, do you still want to become a hero?
You can certainly fulfill your wish to "save someone". But a wish for you to save yourself, does not exist. You will embrace a borrowed ideal that is not yours, and you will probably pursue it until you die.
That's all I wanted to say. There is nothing at the end of helping people. It is a false life that can save neither yourself nor others.
Emiya Shirou! Listen, you are not "one who fights". You are nothing more than "one who creates". Don't think of irrelevant things. There is only one thing you can do, master that one thing. Do not forget. The thing you image is always "your strongest self." You don't need any other enemies. The opponent you have to fight is none other than "your own image".
Do not think about other things, there is only one thing you can do. So master that one thing. Do not forget. What you must imagine is always that you, yourself, are the strongest. You do not need outside enemies. For you, the one you have to fight is none other than your own image.
Eternity is instantaneous, and an instant is eternal.
It is at the moment of death that humanity has value.
The wish of wanting everyone to be happy is merely a fairy tale!
An ideal is only an ideal after all. As long as you embrace that ideal, the friction with reality will continue to increase. So you will someday face reality and will have to pay the price for your compromises.
Know that the only people you can save like that are the ones that survive.
Atone for my sins? [...] I have no sins to atone for, nor have I forced such a meaningless concept on anyone.
Oh, immortality. Heh, I gave that to the snake.
Yes, the seats are limited. There are always fewer seats called "happiness" than there are people to fill them.
That's right! I admired his desire to save people because it was beautiful! But none of that feeling is my own! What else can you call it but hypocrisy?! I was driven by my obsessive need to help someone. I kept running, neither noticing the pain nor how wrong I was! But it's all a fake. Such hypocrisy can not save anything. No, first of all, I didn't even know what I wanted to save!
Defying me till the very end, huh? But I'll forgive you. Some things are beautiful exactly because they are unobtainable.
I am the bone of my sword. Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. I have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to death. Nor known to life. Have withstood pain to create many weapons. Yet, those hands will never hold anything. So as I pray,
'Unlimited Blade Works'
The things we can't obtain are the most beautiful ones. Yes, I saw it over and over... Meaningless massacres. Meaningless suffering. Meaningless happiness! I was forced to watch it all. Even when I refused to look, it surrounded me. That isn't what I wished for! I didn't become a Guardian for this!