[ It's the answer she expected, but she still bristles at hearing it. The fact that her father became a Servant as well isn't a surprise (not when she can think of no one more deserving of having their name remembered for centuries, their deeds spoken of in hallowed tones, the definition of utter perfection) but she feels robbed of the chance to confront him once again, across a different kind of battlefield. To deny his wish the way he denied hers, and to crush his spirit the way she crushed his kingdom.

None of which is Rin's fault, but that won't stop her being a brat about it. The pause alone probably makes it obvious that yes, Rin hit the nail on the head, but she takes a moment to compose herself before responding. This girl thinks she's worthy of being her father's Master? This pathetic, ordinary, human girl? ]

Don't flatter yourself. [ She sneers, visibly annoyed. ] Even if you were the worst Master in the world, that Saber wouldn't lose to anyone else. The only one with the right to kill them... is me. Got it?