Emiya
"There's a Mesopotamian goddess who's a dead ringer for Rin, but is nothing like her," Emiya said as he reached out to take Sakura's shoulder.
He smiled, slightly lopsided, and said, "Tsumiko should have friends. Being over protective isn't good for either of you."
Then he heard a creak and turned to see Tsumiko emerge except, it wasn't Tsumiko.
The hair was styled in the familiar twin tails and she was wearing a long, red overcoat.
"I'm going out for a walk, I need some air after hearing-that." She sounded tired and defeated. Depressed. "Bye. I'll be back before morning."
Emiya rubbed his forehead with a sigh and said, "I should go after her."