[ people hide things from strangers. it's a simple and true sentiment, but for Sakura, with the life she has led, there is a sort of profundity in the observation. ]

I think so, too. The man in the hologram ... the guide... [ that girl who had seemed to be of an age with herself. ] ... it felt like there were things they weren't saying.

[ the man who greeted them had told them to go find their own answers, yet as a representative of the Government, he had seemed rather poker-faced and tight-lipped. and the guide, the half-AI girl, Sakura was absolutely sure there was something --

-- though, was it that they were hiding things, or that they could not speak of them? her instincts are a bit adrift here. everyone seemed nice enough so far, but these missing pieces were certainly confusing. ]

If it's something big, something like saving the world, they should've brought my senpai. Not me.

[ Shirou was the hero of justice. Sakura was -- what? a doll of the Matous? the sister whose potential did not shine so brightly? the vessel of the Grail? were she the type to laugh bitterly, she could do so, but she is not. but perhaps the people of Magisteria, genius though they must be for such technology to exist, had miscalculated on this one. ]