[ The notion of duty and fate hangs heavy on Saber. She lived her whole life wrapped in it, following the steps she was doomed to take, playing her part in the story. The great king, laid low by treachery and her own heart. Camelot - the shining city, a flickering flame that flared bright and then was gone. But a part of her finds some comfort in the idea of another version of her, somewhere, finding joy in a carefree life. ]

...I hope she's happy.

[ Not "I". For that Arturia is another person entirely, isn't she? ]

Given a chance, I would like to see your Camelot, I think. If only to see it with my own eyes. I've known the work of fairies before; I have been blessed by them with gifts.

[ The sword. The scabbard. The lance. She knows them all. ]