...No matter how many times she tried to explain some of the rules of her world, the laws of her magic, I never truly understood it. I just know she was alone. She was very alone and didn't know how to feel anything at all until Saber. And then she felt too much, I suppose. Too obsessed. Found a reason and latched on too tight, and she never could see right from wrong. Everything was funny to her, like a joke.

[She'd do anything for him, and while nothing like that, nothing near like that had happened in his world, there's a distressing pang of familiarity. Not in a maddening facsimile of love, but in giving his all and then some for one person. He'd nearly given his life. Several times. Just to reach out and see him again.]

I don't have the answers. I don't know if anything could have been different for her. I know she never had the chance to be a normal girl.

[He looks down at the rose in his hands, mulling it over.] I can use a different flower, if that would make you feel better. But I'm going to add something for her. Whether she deserves it or not.