[It is no easier for Saber, she knows, but there had to be some relief, at least, in being able to discuss the situation honestly with her 'ghost.' (Even the word bothers her, like it's some excuse for not thinking of them as they were.)
This isn't the first time she and Saber have danced around their current predicament. Irisviel feels nauseated when Saber speaks, her weak muscles shuddering with an anguish that's as physical as it is emotional.]
She's a child! [Her child. There's no venom in her protest, no animosity toward Saber, but she's defensive nonetheless. She's right. There is no 'right' choice; to mention that option at all like there actually is one is truly cruel.]
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This isn't the first time she and Saber have danced around their current predicament. Irisviel feels nauseated when Saber speaks, her weak muscles shuddering with an anguish that's as physical as it is emotional.]
She's a child! [Her child. There's no venom in her protest, no animosity toward Saber, but she's defensive nonetheless. She's right. There is no 'right' choice; to mention that option at all like there actually is one is truly cruel.]