[ Saber visibly starts a little and gives him (or her device, rather) a look. She had never considered herself the villain - had thought of her failings but never that she might not have been the hero. A failed one, perhaps, but still a hero. ]

I... did not give you leave to call me by that name.

[ Her voice is low, gaze distant. Camlann. Mordred and the others seeking to cut her down, her own people rising up - for what? Because she had spent too much time apart? Because she was too cold? There are many things she still wants to have done differently. Could they have seen her as a tyrant? Or unsuited to rule? There are gears turning in her head. ]

Gilgamesh. King of Heroes.

[ She says this after a long silence. ]

Are you happy? Content? Whatever word you choose to use.