[His shift is sudden, and Saber only just manages to keep from falling back off the bed from it. Regaining her balance, she stares at his back with a stormy expression, but that's not why she's nearing the point of anger; it's the shunning. And as much as she wants to grab him by the arm and force him to face her, she seats herself again without resorting to anything physical, but her voice is pure steel when she speaks]
I am a tool. I died, and chose to become such an existence, a servant below people. It is incomparable to this form that you did not desire. Rather than resign yourself to living as what you perceive to be a monster, you still search and wish against all hope for a cure to restore your human body, do you not?
Why can you not see that is proof of your humanity?