[Archer listens intently with a small frown, focusing on Caster's words. He doesn't reply in an instant, considering it for a long moment. It's true that the cursed spear is heavily tied to his name, but it's not the only weapon he has used, is it.]

Isn't it the other way? [he asks quietly.] You are Cú Chulainn, a Child of Light, whose natural element is fire. You are also a wielder of Cruaidín Coiditchenn as well as of Gáe Bolg, proud owner of Liath Macha and Dub Sainglend that draw your chariot, and the one called the Hound of Ulster.

You are very much like your Noble Phantasm, burning like a falling star that destroys everything in its wake.

[Ironic, since the sacrifice isn't Cu Chulainn himself this time.]