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It means that I am a blade.
A warrior who cannot cry but must.
An abyss of my past and the grace that I myself have fallen from.
And a soul forever trapped by flesh that I must escape.
Yes, it is very complicated indeed. In fact, there is more to my name beyond that, and even more in my native tongue that I cannot properly communicate to mortals.
You may call me Iscaria, but never Saber, for I am not a warrior, nor do I want to be remembered as t ...
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