She closes her eyes again, clasps her hands over her chest, and tries to reach out. The image of that woman with white hair, smiling, laughing, holding out her hand to her is perfectly clear in her mind. This woman had not just been her Master, but her friend. Even if Emiya had not asked her to protect her above anything else, Saber already knows she would in a heartbeat.
There's.... a feeling. A warm feeling in the distance. Saber looks up in that direction, takes up her sword again.
"That way, I think." She sets off, finding herself hoping Lancer would accompany her.
Nope. It's not. Hence it being so funny.
She closes her eyes again, clasps her hands over her chest, and tries to reach out. The image of that woman with white hair, smiling, laughing, holding out her hand to her is perfectly clear in her mind. This woman had not just been her Master, but her friend. Even if Emiya had not asked her to protect her above anything else, Saber already knows she would in a heartbeat.
There's.... a feeling. A warm feeling in the distance. Saber looks up in that direction, takes up her sword again.
"That way, I think." She sets off, finding herself hoping Lancer would accompany her.