[Oh, he knows it. Knows it as well as Saber's anger, having faced it many times before, and can still feel it now, surging through the air. He'll just wait for it to pass and savor it while it lingers, as always.]

She danced for me, on the stage of the Holy Grail War. You were absent, deemed unfit for summons. [But at least he acknowledged her as a fellow Spirit. Sort of.] And she fell yet again, most wondrously, most entrancingly, before the heels of cruel fate.