[The diminutive emperor's face trembled, expression unable to keep up with the rapidly-swirling emotional vortex that they were meant to reflect. She could have handled this, after all; if Hakuno had responded as Saber had expected, she would have simply offered the girl a crushing hug, content - no... ecstatic, not content - simply that, in some sense, she still lived.

But she hadn't. She hadn't been confused; not really. She'd known, from a glance, who she was.

She remembered. She remembered, even though the Moon Cell should have purged every last remnant of her consciousness; even though the only Hakuno that should exist anymore oughtn't know a thing about the Grail War.

There was only one possibility, then, impossible though it might actually be: this was not a Kishinami Hakuno; this was the Kishinami Hakuno. Not the template, the original... but hers. Her foolish, thick-headed, beloved Master.

Saber was - had always been - prideful, boastful, prone to bluster... but, when it came to her emotions, she was starkly honest. When she was happy, there was no hope of keeping a smile off her face; when someone aroused her ire, the merest mention of them would likely provoke a venomous rant, deserved or otherwise.

And, when she was relieved? Really, truly, cathartically relieved?

Well, she wasn't too proud to cry, when the situation warranted it... and, this one? Certainly did.

Saber dashed forward, throwing her arms around Hakuno, as if trying to keep her from slipping away again.]

Idiot! Buffoon! [saber that is not a very nice greeting]

That you would allow me to believe it was truly the end... do not expect my forgiveness to come easily!

[There was no anger in her words, not really; they were born of panic, and nothing more. As she spoke, the first of many hot tears spilled out, soaking into shirt her "daughter" was wearing.

Hope you didn't want to go anywhere for a while, Hakuno. She isn't letting you out of her grasp for a bit, much less her sight.]