Saber: A passage has opened!
Make haste, Praetor!
Zabiko: Lead by Saber, I stood in front of the white wall.
Did... a tear open up?
Before I had the chance to make sure, someone pushed me from behind.
In an instant, I was thrown into a dead silent room.
I didn't know where I was, but I couldn't hear the reset ripples anymore.
I quickly turned my head to find Saber.
But...
Saber: ―Good. You were able to make it out safely, my Master.
What a relief that is.
Zabiko: Saber......?
...... Why do you look like that? Why're you looking at me from over there? And why did the tear close?
She gazed at me with those kind eyes, as if she was seeing someone off.
It almost looks like we're parting here.
Saber: It doesn't just look that way.
This is indeed where we part, Praetor.
I'm unable to enter that side, after all.
Servants aren't meant to return to the Near Side.
The moment I was trapped on the Far Side, I died. This was only natural.
But because you were there as my Master, I could remain without passing on.
However, that too ends here.
This was a truly satisfying stage.
...... And on this stage, my fight will end.
Zabiko: No―Even Saber's going to disappear?
We fought together all the way up to this point.
I didn't know a thing about myself, but she placed more faith in me than I did.
This girl that I'll never be able to thank enough, this girl that I can never replace, and in such a pitiful way, she's going to―?
Saber: Don't call it pitiful.
This is happening due to our being able to make it here.
Once the fighting ends, Servants will disappear.
Even with the war on the Near Side, it is no different.
Parting ways... Parting... was―
Parting ways was a given from the very beginning!
Denying that would be akin to denying my very existence.
Therefore, I hold not even an ounce of sorrow!
Furthermore, if I were to be stricken with grief, then Praetor, your smile would be lost!
I am a noble emperor, as such, this trivial matter cannot... cannot bring tears to my eyes!
There's no chance that I'd cry!
Zabiko: I called out her name as I knocked against the cruel wall.
―I can't even make out her face now.
Saber: Don't look so disheartened.
Please, I wish for you to hold up your head with pride.
You are the hero whom I fell in love with.
Besides, it's not as if we are to be apart forever.
If you were to wish for it, nothing would stop me from returning to your side.
Just you wait, I shall make the Moon Cell prostrate itself before me. That's right, it's nothing more than a means for my bridal training!
Now then, farewell, Praetor.
May flowers forever bless the path that you walk on.