[...Oh, that's right, he has to have a question. There are a lot he'd like to ask, really, but most of them really aren't conducive to this sort of method of getting answers. And there's only one that he keeps constantly coming back to. So he shuffles the cards, concentrating with as much power as a Spark can (which is pretty hard).

So, here are your cards back, Eater.]

What I would like to know is if there is a purpose to my being here, something I must do or some role I must fill. I don't like to think that I was ripped away from a war only I could prevent and a country only I could keep safe for no reason other than to ensure my failure.

[And then things were serious.]