Saber could not stop herself from staring. She looked just like her. Oh, Irisviel, if you could see what they've done to your face.
This girl wasn't very old. Perhaps about 14. Not old enough for battle, in Saber's opinion. But then, who was she to judge? She'd been around that age when she'd pulled her sword from it's stone sheath.
This wasn't Saber's first war, of the real or Grail variety , so she had known to expect atrocities. And yet, as she rushed against Berserker, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at seeing this little girl riding his shoulder.
White hair. Red eyes. Same clothes-slightly different colors.
She felt like she was fighting Irisviel.
As Saber parried another of Berserker's blows-somehow-she knew she would have to seal these feelings deep inside herself. After all, though this girl might share Irisviel's face, she was just a homunculus that the Einzbern's had decided to through away in this Holy Grail War.
Her last thought, before she sealed all Irisviel related things away- was of her child. She'd be an orphan now. I wonder whatever happened to her.