[Oddly enough--or perhaps not--it is him being so like himself back in Camelot that eases her, if only a little. The reminder of home, of sitting at the Round Table while her Knights drank merrily and one could spot the barest hints of a smile on her face.]
Even though I killed my Master to attain the Grail? [Her voice is quiet, flat, her heart pounding on her chest though she struggles to keep her face neutral. As she says it, she releases Caliburn, the sword disappearing in a spray of light as she looks Lancelot in the face and tries (badly) to keep her anguish and regret over the deed out of her face.]
Even though I had taken the same Master as a lover? [Even if she's still not sure--and likely would never be sure--if she loved Shirou or not.]
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Even though I killed my Master to attain the Grail? [Her voice is quiet, flat, her heart pounding on her chest though she struggles to keep her face neutral. As she says it, she releases Caliburn, the sword disappearing in a spray of light as she looks Lancelot in the face and tries (badly) to keep her anguish and regret over the deed out of her face.]
Even though I had taken the same Master as a lover? [Even if she's still not sure--and likely would never be sure--if she loved Shirou or not.]