[For being forthright with him, for sparing him a harsh reaction, he offers her honesty in return. A scrap of his own worry that often plagued him in this world, that he'd grown too soft and so forgotten his own duties as a result. Of course he cannot say for certain what Saber has suffered, only can discern what's been recited in legend. He cannot know her thoughts and he cannot offer her any meaningful advice because of it.
Ironically, he can only listen, as a fellow king who understood what it meant to walk alone.]
Yet... we have a choice now, that was not present before. So if you wished, you could let down your hair. You could laugh, and love, and introduce yourself as Artoria, rather than Saber. You could dance, or pick flowers, or else enjoy things as a young woman should. You could live.
[Why the curiosity? Well...]
I suppose I want to see for myself what you will do. If your crown will weigh you down, once more, or if you might lift it—and show me the girl within.
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[For being forthright with him, for sparing him a harsh reaction, he offers her honesty in return. A scrap of his own worry that often plagued him in this world, that he'd grown too soft and so forgotten his own duties as a result. Of course he cannot say for certain what Saber has suffered, only can discern what's been recited in legend. He cannot know her thoughts and he cannot offer her any meaningful advice because of it.
Ironically, he can only listen, as a fellow king who understood what it meant to walk alone.]
Yet... we have a choice now, that was not present before. So if you wished, you could let down your hair. You could laugh, and love, and introduce yourself as Artoria, rather than Saber. You could dance, or pick flowers, or else enjoy things as a young woman should. You could live.
[Why the curiosity? Well...]
I suppose I want to see for myself what you will do. If your crown will weigh you down, once more, or if you might lift it—and show me the girl within.