"No."

Saber's head snapped up and her eyes flared with... was it fear? It was hard to tell, but the emotion in that one word couldn't be ignore. Nor the way Saber quickly removed herself off the bed and away from that sword.

The knight stood facing the door. She actually thought about walking out of it for a moment, but stood still. Then she summoned Excalibur and drove the point of it into the floor. The blade was so black it seemed to suck in the light and the red markings glowed and even appeared to pulse if it was watched long enough. Saber crossed her arms, hands gripping her own arms tight enough that her knuckles went white.

"Do you want Caliburn to become like Excalibur? Or shatter upon my touch?"

She still didn't know if she could hold the king's sword... and she was afraid to try.