Saber

[ The feed clicks on to show a Pidgey staring down at the Gear, tilting his head this way and that like any curious bird would do. Then there's a screech and an Altaria's head also pops into the view, and they're tilting their heads, chirping, and the Pidgey gives a tentative peck at the Gear before the Altaria bends its long neck to pick up the Gear- ]

--What are you two doing? Zephyr, hand that to me. Avion, do not be a mischievous little fowl, or I will send you back into your ball.

[ There are two screeches before the Gear is thrown at the voice. Caught swiftly in hand, the feed then turns to face a slightly irritated Saber/Nero who shakes her hand and places the Gear in a more proper position to watch her. There's a long, wooden object resting upon her lap, with Gladius the Scyther standing obediently by her bed. Judging by the small, wooden bits scattered around her, it looks like she's further tuning the makeshift "weapon," making sure the edges were heavily blunted and not too jagged enough, but still carrying a discernible shape. There are also three eggs of various colors placed upon her bed beside her. ]

Then again... Ah, yes, I did have a query. I am aware that there are several of those who have- had powers, extraordinary abilities back in their worlds. I was no exception, and it vexes me greatly, but even as a human, I was glorious enough.

[ But enough about that tangent- ] I am curious about where it all just... goes. And how? Surely there are some powers people had that were useful and not so harmful. [ As she talks, her eyes drift down to the wooden weapon in her hands for a moment. ] And for those who have stayed here for an interminable amount of time in this world... Do you not miss it?