"I suppose," she said, finally turning back to him, still hesitant. She'd just admitted to betraying him, to betraying Shirou. How can he even want to be by her side when she asked for his help without telling him of what she'd done? It didn't make sense to her. How can--

It struck her, almost comically, that this might have been how Lancelot had felt when she offered him only forgiveness when his affair with Guinevere came to light. The desperation for something to come down upon his head, the need for her to say something--anything--to confirm how wicked he felt in his heart.

Maybe if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her own guilt for her deception that had put them in that situation, she would have seen it and given him what he needed to hold his head high once more.

"What makes you so sure I won't betray you as well?" she asked quietly. What made him so sure she wouldn't stab him in the back?

"Would you hate me if I was ever given the choice of a way to save the worlds or to save you?" Why did she suddenly care if he hated her or not?