"And when the Holy Grail is mine, I will do the same," Saber pointed out, still not turning around.

So, this Arturia had won the Holy Grail. Which War had it been in? Had Kiritsugu not betrayed her in the Fourth or had Shirou proved to be a competent enough Master in the Fifth? A different possibility crept into her mind then, one that turned her stomach for a moment. The white dress... the way she wore her hair... the sorrow and such femininity... Had this Arturia accepted Gilgamesh's proposal?

If that was the case, it would come out sooner or later. And if it did, Saber would have to-- Actually, she didn't know what she would do if that was true. She couldn't believe her own self, in any timeline, in any life, would have accepted that man's advances, wanting to possess her just to enjoy watching her suffer.

Turning around, Saber's armor dissipated. "You have paid for that mistake in blood. Let it be in the past."