Prompt: "iiyia summons archer emiya, who in kiritsugis footsteps, does what what he can to protect her." — Pandy
Illya hated feeling weak. For so many years, she hurt and hurt and hurt, over and over again. Nothing but demands and sneers and "you will succeed." She loathed feeling weak. So why had she gotten the weakest Servant possible?!
"How did you let them get away!" she yelled at him. "They were right there! How!?"
Archer crossed his arms. "They had us outnumbered two to one. I would have died and you would have lost."
She stomped her foot. "Couldn't you have split them up somehow!?"
"Saber wasn't hesitating to slice me into ribbons. I didn't have the space to do anything except defend myself. We're lucky we got away alive."
Illya roared and punched him in the chest. She knew it would only hurt her, he wouldn't feel a thing, but it was something.
"...for what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough," she hissed. "You were supposed to be better. Why do you always fail me?"
That, at least, made him recoil. "…yeah. I'm sorry. I'll try to be better."