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"There is no worry of that, and there is no need for that."

A direct response born solely of Saber. Where most of the time he allowed to be driven by the commands of his master, even if he in turn forced her to make a firm decision or suggested the course of her action, Saber addressed the elder of the Matou himself as an individual rather than a familiar or warrior. Part of it was his annoyance, and the relief that abated it of the lack of presence of the Japanese.

Even if the master was not here there was one who would remain and not simply let their Roma be pillaged and destroyed.

"There is no need to fight, it is as you say. Yet the fact that you are willing to fight brings me satisfaction. I do not approve that in a battle such as this the representative is not here and has essentially abandoned their home, but I disapprove of one who stays in their home only to flee at the first sign of danger even more."

Saber contemplated the darkness. Yes, it was unsettling, and the form of the magus still eluded him, both physical and in a more abstract sense. But what little he could sense, what little he could see. Despite the disturbing and foreboding presence that this Zouken gave there was more to approve of than a frightened youth and their folly.

Magi are hard to understand.

Magi are strange.

Magi can be surprising. 

"Precious things should be protected, things are precious because we protect them and offer ourselves as sacrifice and risk in their stead. The Tohsaka clearly did not value their home dearly, then is there any right to complain when it has been lost? It is as you say, there is nothing for us to steal away or destroy. Yet there is something for you to protect. One could not hold more of a reason for peace. But I shall leave things to my master."

Perhaps it was unfair to speak his own heart before entrusting the decision, to make so clear his own stance. But that was the cost for bringing a hero as a familiar, one who was a tool and yet more than a tool. For even the most dutiful servant had a wish and their own will. It was their strength, and perhaps their folly.