( For a fleeting moment, he's compelled to simply rest upon his spot on the ground as he felt a searing pain in his chest, wishing to be consumed into the ether. Whether or not this was another trick of the grail, he no longer cared. Not after being subjected to the abject horror of watching visions of his wife and child, slaughtered by his own hand. For him, death would be a mercy.

But that wasn't what this was. Instead of being met with the sight of blood and a painless death, his eyelids flutter open wide with the warm beams of sun hitting his neck, and the texture of cool grass underneath his hands.

Instinctively, he reaches for his pocket, to retrieve his gun, only to find it was no longer there; replaced with the relatively lighter satchel upon his shoulder. A part of him felt he shouldn't trust the contents within the bag. But at this point, what did he have to lose, really? And for a moment, feels around in the bag, surfacing a red bottle into his hands, silently uttering the words as his eyes scan the parchment paper: )

Drink me?

( He remains unconvinced. )

( Between some combination of boredom, guilt, and a need for a distraction, Kiritsugu been talked into going on an investigation with the inhabitants of this world.

With a lantern in hand, he keeps close to the cavern walls. The echo of his light footfalls filling his ears.

He's careful to avoid most of the hazards ahead, sidestepping the pools of tar and crystalized webs with little effort on his part. But as the fog thickens, he's consumed with the guttural compulsion to turn back. Whatever disturbance resided in this place certainly wasn't worth risking his neck for. But, in doing so, manages to stumble upon an eerily squishy substance. A second more, and the grip of whatever lies beneath him wraps tight upon his leg, that he is now hanging upside down in the air, causing him to let out a loud yelp.

Help him? )

Family.