[Saber's gaze falls away, drawing her knees to her chest as she cradles her chin on top of them. truthfully she feels a bit guilty about hiding her true identity from him, but would it really do him any good to know?]

The weight of the crown is far heavier than one might be lead to believe. Only the king can shoulder it... and yet at times it proves to be too much for any single man to bear. To accomplish such great feats, is much easier said than done.

[she would know, she tried, and ultimately failed. despite devoting her entire existence to the prosperity of her kingdom, in the end the very thing she worked so fervently to protect is what destroyed her. but maybe it won't be the same for his King Arthur? perhaps history need not always repeat itself across different dimensions. there could still be hope for his Camelot.

she looks at him again, a small sorrowful smile tugging at her lips.]

You are a faithful servant, Merlin. Truthfully, behind every great king are his loyal subjects, without whom he could never hope to successfully reign. You will return to Camelot, and the kingdom will prosper all the better for it.