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There are ways to tell them apart even if you can’t sense the intuitive difference between Archer and Assassin, here in Chaldea.

Both of the Servants calling themselves Emiya are tall dark ashen-haired men with cold and empty eyes, it’s true. It’s easy to mix them up that way. They both hold themselves aloof from others often. Both can be said, if you’re uncharitable, to brood in their spare time.

But the Archer who uses that name, his steel-colored eyes rarely stay empty for long. Like the bright red of his cloak and mantle, they become vivid more easily than you’d think at first. As rare as it is to catch even a trace of a sincere smile on his face, there’s still a fierce, bitter life to this man who’s died so many times before. He’s stubborn like that.

This new Assassin, he’s different. Nothing appears to matter to him anymore. Even the tattered dark cloak he wears seems tired as it clings to him. You could try to meet his eyes for an hour or more, and you wouldn’t see a sign of life in them.

He smiles, now and then, so wearily it kind of hurts to look at. His face looks like it belongs to a young child resigned to starvation.

Those rare moments when that Archer grins, it’s so much more animated than that. He knows how to work a sneer, even if it’s likely to collapse into an awkward fluster the next moment.

You see, they’re nothing alike. Archer’s so on fire he burns himself; Assassin’s just ashes.

(But after a battle, when no human from Chaldea is looking, Archer reaches for Assassin’s hand without touching it, searches his face for the kindness he once knew, so long ago.)