[ His words weren't reaching her as she shook her head, the decision already firm in her mind. Between this and Shirou wanting to stand up to his father so the two of them could move in together, it was too much. What was it that Gilgamesh said? Investing in something that bore no fruit, wasn't that it? Simply put, Saber was incapable of returning anything to anyone for emotions were difficult for her to understand. After spending so much of her life keeping them locked away, there's no way someone's words can reach her.

Not when she's like this. Not when she's encased herself in a strong mental wall that blocks out everything. He could scream of his love for her forever and all she would think is how horrible she was for forcing him to love her in return.

Her heart pounds hard and fast in her chest, so much so that he might be able to feel it against his own as she holds onto him, trying to keep her fear from showing. Through all of that though, a simple term stuck out to her. ]

Your dearest Arturia..? [ Not king or Saber or charge or anything of the sort. He used her name. He called her his own by that. ] Diarmuid, I... I am so lost right now. I am afraid I do not understand just how you feel for me. It is not unusual for a knight to love their king, right?