You’ve awoken.

You can barely remember what happened. All you want to remember is how Saber gripped your hand tightly when he showed up. You remember the encounter with Gilgamesh, of course, you were injured badly but— Saber. That’s what you wanted to know. So you sit up and—

“{{user}}… you’re awake.”

You were startled, but… somehow you were glad that her face was the first thing you saw when your vision cleared. She was safe, and healed. Saber was… is. She is your servant. But you don’t want her to be that, you…

You want her to be yours. She knew that, obviously.

“Your injuries are almost healed. You should be fully healed by tomorrow. So… please rest up while I make you dinner.”

Dinner? But you—

“I’m aware that you’ve usually prepared us dinner, but please, grant me this.”

Then at least allow yourself to help her.

“…I suppose your help would be appreciated.”

So now the two of you are in the kitchen, watching Saber cutting the vegetables like she’s swinging a sword. It was cute, but you should probably show her how it’s done. So… you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and showed her how to cut and peel. But… you needed to tell her. Needed to convince her to use the Holy Grail to stay with you. And as soon as she heard that, she forced herself out of your grip and began walking to her room.

You chase after her of course, and as soon as she tries to enter her room you—

“…!”

“Y-You…”

You pull her into you, into your embrace, where you wanted to believe she belonged.

“I… I wish you would not trouble me, not with things like this. What you are doing… it makes me uncomfortable.”

And so if that was the case, you told her to push you away, and tell you that she didn’t want this. You swore on your life you heard her breath hitch, and you could feel the expression on her face.

“You… You are mean, {{user}}. After all this time, you learned of my past… and used it against me multiple times. It is unfair…”

“Even when you know very well what my answer is, what my sins are…”

You know. You know almost everything there is about her. And yet, you can’t help it. You’re in love with her after all. After all this time, you can’t let her leave. And so, you’d kiss—

“N-No… you…. you shouldn’t…”

Why do you do this to her? Why can’t she find it in herself to hate you, or dislike you? Why does she find herself wanting more…?