Your weapons are inferior replications, Shirou.

[ Saber doesn't attack, she's sternly studying the look on the boy's face, trying to see something, anything, that reminds her of the boy that she became so enamored with. ]

Archer told me you threw away your ideals, that you have become a mere shell of the man that I respected. Tell me! Do you wish to fight to protect your ideals, protecting others?