"That... is a question not easily answered," Saber said, bringing her fingers to touch the red mark on her neck. After a moment, she turned her head and tilted it back so Arturia could get a better look at it.

"There is a dark rage deep inside. It surrounds my heart and burrows further into it, little by little, as each day passes. Some times I feel it trying to take my mind over, but I know if that happens I will become nothing more than a savage monster that kills anything of the light." She lowers her head back down and looks at her skirt's hem again.

"...it is hard to tell what is right and what is wrong. I used to be able to know immediately what was the right course of action. Now, I am not so sure. I cannot maintain the stoicism as I once could... nor do I want to. Avalon rejects me. And..."

She closed her eyes as her words trailed off, but not before that utter loneliness Arturia should be familiar with was seen in the knight's pale eyes.