Her shoulders twitched at being called Wart. If the conversation wasn't meant to be so serious she would've snapped at her other self for calling her that. Except she had a point.
"No, I have not."
But she had forgotten, she realized. Not the words themselves, or drawing Caliburn, but she'd allowed herself to go against them. Why else would she have welcomed Shirou's embrace if she hadn't? Why else would she have found herself longing for the warmth he offered to her? Before then, being King had been enough and she'd accepted the loneliness as part of the duty she took up. She was no longer human.
More and more it hit her just how much she had failed at being King. Not even in death could she remain as one.
It also begged the question of just how many Grail Wars this other self had been through. Her other self--'Saber,' she decided, was right. They were two different people. Expecting them to be exactly alike would have been like expecting her and Mordred to be the same and Arturia certainly never had Mordred's mouth.
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"No, I have not."
But she had forgotten, she realized. Not the words themselves, or drawing Caliburn, but she'd allowed herself to go against them. Why else would she have welcomed Shirou's embrace if she hadn't? Why else would she have found herself longing for the warmth he offered to her? Before then, being King had been enough and she'd accepted the loneliness as part of the duty she took up. She was no longer human.
More and more it hit her just how much she had failed at being King. Not even in death could she remain as one.
It also begged the question of just how many Grail Wars this other self had been through. Her other self--'Saber,' she decided, was right. They were two different people. Expecting them to be exactly alike would have been like expecting her and Mordred to be the same and Arturia certainly never had Mordred's mouth.
"That's why you embraced the corruption, then?"