Arturia did not let the brief moment of panic that went through her show on her face. Pellinore? She couldn't recall the name at all, nor Perceval's father at all or what the fight had been about. Caliburn had been her one link to the past, her one link left to her kingdom and her identity and she could not even properly remember how she broke it in the first place? Would she keep losing bits and pieces of herself like this until she could no longer remember even Guinevere or Irisviel or Shirou, painful as the memories of them were?

For a brief childish instant she didn't want to give this woman Caliburn, fearing she'd be able to hold it, that it would recognize her as High King and then reject Arturia. Yet, she recognized, she had given up the right to it when she'd made her wish, when she'd asked the Grail to choose someone else as High King in her place. She'd lost any right to even the title of 'King of Knights' the moment she beheaded Shirou without a second thought.

Silently, she held up her hand and brought forth Caliburn. Then, finding herself unable to look, she held it out for her other self to take. It took tremendous effort to keep her hand from trembling, to keep her fear of the one thing that had stood by her through her personal hell deciding this dark corrupted self was a better Master than she. Even if it became twisted by corruption as Excalibur had been, it'd be a better fate than being carried by a parody such as she herself had become.