[ Saber is quiet for a long moment. She feels awkwardly out of place all of a sudden in her swimsuit beneath a shining sun. She finds that she misses the feel of tatami and the quiet sounds of Shirou in the kitchen. Rin talking about the latest spellwork she's working on. Nostalgia, the pain of homecoming. ]

You're right. It's not fair for me to be angry with you--it's not as if it was your choice or design. I do miss her, though.

[ Maybe she'll find Archer and needle him for old time's sake. ]