Big Cats[Amaranta, Saber]

Standing back to give the Menos space, Amaranta had to admit she was somewhat excited as to how this scene would unfold. Hell, simply watching hollow touch her mask was enough to make her reflect on her own past, on the joy she felt to be done with being a mere cub, a mere lioness, transcending it all to become what she stood as today. There was no greater joy in being able to control one's destiny, to let one single voice control the ship rather than thousands of other souls dancing about in your head. To her, Saber's life would always be cursed if she kept steering that ship as it stood.

And now... she was taking a hold of her life. As she said, if anything went wrong, she'd be there to deal with the fallout. For some reason, though, the leonine woman was aggressively confident that this would end well. And so, she stood there, patiently. Waiting. Watching. Observing. Pride dominating her entire expression. She witnessed it all.

The tearing of the mask, the foundation of the carapace crumbling and dissipating into snowlike flakes, that once massive form falling apart at the seams to reveal the form of a naked humanoid woman, her form coming into existence before her very eyes. Ah, were she a more sentimental person, such a sight would have earned a tear in her eye, but for now, she could only gaze at the woman with a high degree of satisfaction in that expression. Now? She was just like her. No longer confined to that miserable shell, to a life where one struggled between sentience and mindlessness. An Arrancar. Approaching her with a curious expression, grinning from ear to ear, she knelt down to see if she still retained her sense of mind.

"So... how does it feel?"