[You know how the multiverse or, more likely, the muns like to screw with people? This is one of those moments. That can be the only reason Arturia, because she is not even in her armor and cannot call herself by the title of Saber or even King anymore, is standing at this crossroads. It's desolate, empty, a faded sign in characters she can't understand where the two paths meet.
She looks up as she hears another figure approaching and her eyes widen to find someone else here. Someone she'd resigned herself to never seeing again.]
Lancelot. I don't care if I'm requesting twice, dammit.
She looks up as she hears another figure approaching and her eyes widen to find someone else here. Someone she'd resigned herself to never seeing again.]
Lancelot?