[Five years ago, Kirei had yet to settle down in his own chapel with his own pet addict - quite the opposite, he was a devout member of the church with a particularly unique job: to hunt those who posed a threat to the church and its teachings.
Perhaps he's after the same men as Kiritsugu. Perhaps it was just happenstance that the two men happened upon that warehouse, two paths that were bound to cross eventually.
Regardless, Kirei is there, waiting-but-not, one pant leg rolled up around his knee. There's a nasty gash there, the result of catching his leg carelessly on a protruding scrap of metal, and he sees it fit to tend to the injury before it interferes with his work.
Of course, when Kiritsugu enters, his immediate response is to stand and fling a knife at him.]
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Perhaps he's after the same men as Kiritsugu. Perhaps it was just happenstance that the two men happened upon that warehouse, two paths that were bound to cross eventually.
Regardless, Kirei is there, waiting-but-not, one pant leg rolled up around his knee. There's a nasty gash there, the result of catching his leg carelessly on a protruding scrap of metal, and he sees it fit to tend to the injury before it interferes with his work.
Of course, when Kiritsugu enters, his immediate response is to stand and fling a knife at him.]