"And Actia is? Hrm. I see."

Saber's head lolls against the window as she watches a field of mighty golden flowers get sliced and crushed for the crime of not getting out of the way of a plastered monk's revenge. Seeds spray everywhere, which will in time rise up and become fields of beautiful golden petals in their own right and whisper the story of the Death Temple to one another in the wind and in the song of plants. Perhaps they will plot their own revenge one day. One supposes this too is war. 

And this is indeed war, for Diaofei is a warrior. There is very little else she could be called, honestly. She slept through the mysterious Servant's offer to have her killed of course, but every moment thereafter had not phased her in the slightest. Even after being carried through a bombardment and thrown up (and back down) a wall and through several tense minutes of combat and negotiation in which her own body was used as collateral, she asks zero questions. Shows no curiosity or concern. The only possible conclusion was that warfare at this level was commonplace for someone like her. Did it really mean so little to her that she'd slipped right past it back to her original promised vengeance? Perhaps this world and its verdant abundance was actually built off the back of endless, unceasing battle and bloodshed.

That both did and didn't track with the information filtering through her mind as she considered the place around her. Saber shrugs and yawns. Oh well. For her at least this was its own kind of rest.

"Wake me up when we get there, ok? I'm not supposed to need sleep, but in terms of maintaining my own existence you're about as useful to me as a tomato. Speaking of which..." 

There's still a little left of the feast she'd prepared back at the fire and the offerings from the shrines she'd looted. It had been intended for her Master, but desperate times and all that. Saber pops the bright red fruit in her mouth whole, and swallows without chewing. The severed stalk of another proud sunflower goes spinning past her window as her eyes drift lazily shut.