[ Still he speaks in his circumspect way, feeding her clues to the puzzle piece by piece. But this time, finally, it's a vital piece. The questions posed to her by both Tristan and Ruler return in full force: what if Rhongomyniad had become your main armament?

The answer now becomes inescapable. The details matter less than Tristan's motley testimony: with Divine Lance in hand, in pursuit of her ideals to their utmost extreme, she will create a world that will threaten the existence of humanity itself.

Saber can't quite keep the disappointment from pinching her face, her eyes sliding shut as she carefully turns from Tristan to spare him the sight. With Excalibur, she led Britain to ruin. With Rhongomyniad, she'll lead all of humanity to ruin. For all her might and effort, it seems she's truly unfit to rule. Perhaps the wish she carried with her throughout the Fifth Holy Grail War was too weak at its root. Preventing herself from drawing the Sword of Selection would not have been enough if she would have found a way to obtain Rhongomyniad instead...

The words of Archer Emiya prick at her like the tip of a knife. She's a hypocrite of the highest order for harboring these thoughts after having raised her sword against him.

All of this she keeps close to her chest, her voice steady even as she remains facing away. ]

I see. So I was at the heart of the Singularity at Camelot.

[ A matter-of-fact statement that she can accept -- must accept -- however bitterly, because Tristan would not lie to her. And truly, knowing herself, she isn't surprised by it. ]

If your Master saw fit to oppose me, then I will presume he had good reason. Your esteem for him makes that much clear.