"Not too sure about that, but the Master doesn't look as if he has much left in him." Kiritsugu hasn't missed the sweat and signs of strain. He has a good eye for others' physical limitations, and he knows the Master's heart is far from being in this. It's not a religious household, which suits him fine. He wouldn't have bothered coming if not for the draw of just what this one particular day means. It's been months since he was last in the chapel.

He leans forward, keeping his voice low. "I wouldn't worry too much. Just try to keep your eyes open for another few minutes."