And not all of those tasks, noble or otherwise, are necessary.

[Saber, your intelligence on this particular subject is unsettling and hitting far too close to home for comfort. Guy keeps silent for a long moment, choosing his words carefully. He doesn't want to jump into details about this. Not now, not with what was already on Luke's mind. Why give him one more thing to worry over?]

I told you before, right? I haven't stayed with you this whole time just because you were my master. I'd like to think we're friends, regardless of what name we might have ended up with.

[Yes, Mister "I'm not really Luke", this is a gentle jab at you.]