[Carol folds her forearm over her head as if blocking the sun, though this time it's only to limit the cascade of petals down toward her. She can only block so many.]

So I fight alongside a Servant who's had to trade his spirit twice to see results.

[Her voice is almost unreadable. Is she judging the fact that he had to bargain for such power twice, and it wasn't enough? Or does she see in him the process of rolling from body to body, all the important things contained in a new vessel but long ago no longer the woman who was originally born?

They have both transcended and discarded humanity for the sake of their wishes.]

I don't doubt you, Caster. Not because you are desperate, but because of the rage you would feel if you were insulted by the humiliation of losing.