[Saber looks on the scene, almost impassively. She's quite sure she should know these people, because she recognizes her own human form when she sees it. Even if her flesh is less gray and her hair less permanently coifed outside of the one lock, that's who this was.]

[But she doesn't. She doesn't know them. She just has one single idea that surfaces from this.]

She died trying to protect them, but...

She couldn't understand them, nor could they forgive her. This is the result.

[She lifts her head up, studiously looking away from everything.]

That's what the Cataclysm was, wasn't it?