[Unnerved by the sudden shift of scenery from a labyrinthine library to a battlefield, littered with broken blades and the memories of those who fell in puddles of their own blood and lay forgotten in the mists of time, Waver inched closer to Saber until he was all but clinging to her skirts as he hid behind her.]

Be careful, Saber, [He hissed, barely daring to peek over her shoulder at the apparition of his tormentor. This was not a battle he dared to take part in.]

"His actions are meaningless. There's nothing that he can do to actually change five hundred years of tradition-- and his attempts are no longer even interesting to watch."