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[It's a few hours before midnight. The screen turns on, revealing what looks like a weary man in his late 20s, though his tired demeanor pushes his apparent age a little further than that. He wastes no time in starting to speak, deciding that this is no time for formalities. While Kiritsugu Emiya would normally opt to reveal himself only through a voice, he no longer believes himself to have any real enemies, and he wishes to see the faces of other people trapped in this place.]

I gather we're in the United States, or at least a technologically superior version of it.

[This is what happens when you take a guy from the 90s.]

However, apart from a name, I haven't gathered any details regarding this city. At this point, I would like to ask: what is going on?

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[Oh, now there's a face Lancer would never forget. Even if he had last seen this person once, through a haze of blood and agonized pain, he would always remember the face of Saber's nameless Master.]

[It would be a lie, to say he wasn't still bitter. Of course he was, and Lancer mentally scolded himself for such a thing. What honorable knight held grudges? One who died cursing the world, he answered himself. He might never forgive Kayneth for disrespecting the honor of knights or this anonymous magus for bringing about their defeat.]

[But they were in a similar situation, and unlike Ryuunosuke, he knew nothing of this Master's character. He could give information, and therefore he would.]

What do you want to know specifically? There is frankly a lot to cover, each fact as unbelievable as the last.

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[So there's a person walking around the night after his part-time work in the shopping district.

...There's also the fact that he's holding a can of warm coffee and drinking it.

Well, before he managed to see a silhouette.]

Um, hey, its not exactly safe to wander during the night.

[Looks like he hasn't managed to recognize the other person from behind.

Yet.]

Hm?

[Having nearly finished a smoke, Kiritsugu stores it in a metal container. He turns to look at Shirou.]

Probably not, but I'm trying to understand this city better.

[It took him a lot of restraint to not spit the warm liquid he was currently drinking.

No way.

His father is actually here and alive and not dead.

Swallowing the liquid, he...awkwardly said one word.]

...dad?

[Even now, Kiritsugu finds it unsettling that he's being responded to through text, but he tries to shake off that feeling by focusing on how this isn't the War. He has too many regrets to be as paranoid as before.]

What's the most we know on the reason for us being here?

[Straight to the point. He's done his homework, it looks like. At the very least, the comm revealed to him that confused arrivals are not out of the norm.]

Unfortunately, not much. At midnight, creatures known as Shadows begin to populate the streets for a short time. Those of us brought here eventually awaken a power known as a 'Persona', presumably to assist in fighting them.

Whether we are here for the specific purpose of fighting them is up for debate.

...

[Kiritsugu lets that comment sit in the air for a moment, as if waiting for Shirou to correct himself.]

Excuse me?

...Hm.

[That sounds suspiciously like magic, he thinks, but the fact that he can't use any in this place makes things more confusing.]

[Then again, considering his gradually deteriorating state before coming here, perhaps it's not the location's fault at all... Still, the change in his abilities was far too sudden to be a consequence of his curse. Something is definitely wrong here.]

[He wants to ask more about that power, but frankly, if at all possible, he'd much rather bypass the fighting business.]

What's stopping everyone from leaving?

As far as I can tell? The fact that this entire world seems to be different than what each of us left behind.

I assume curiosity leads most to stay in the city where we awoke; for all I know, this isn't the only location where such a thing is happening.

[While Kiritsugu's not one to take such a claim at face value, that's certainly a worrying thought. He can't very well go back to Shirou or Ilya if they're in a different world.]

[He'll have to investigate a little further. Call home to see if his acquaintances are indeed nonexistent here.]

I see. How long has all of this been happening?

I'm not certain. I've been here since late June, and so far I've not heard of anything occurring before that. But the natural residents of this place don't seem to be aware of the Shadows, so there's no way to tell for sure.

[Kiritsugu comes from late June, so he's understandably confused. Then again, if this is indeed a different world, it's probably a different time as well. Or he's being played with. Time will tell.]

[Before making the obligatory request for the other person's identity, he decides to cover his bases in a general (but hopefully helpful) way.]

Understood. Are there any additional details I should be aware of?

Y-you're-

How-

[Shaking his head and looking at the can of coffee.

Yeah he's going to assume that this is the coffee's fault.]

Don't you remember? Its me, Shirou.

[Well, he'd been fair and given all the required information. Bitter though he still was, Lancer had no wish to continue the Holy Grail War here.]

I'd like to know your name, if you'd be willing to give it.

[Whether Lancer liked him or not, he wanted to find out exactly who it was that had earned his irritation and anger.]

[Suddenly, everything makes sense.]

[Okay, not really. Not even close. Still, he does look and talk like his son.]

Shirou...?

[His mind races at a mile a second. If this is indeed a different world, then Shirou could be from the future.]

I remember you being a lot younger. Is that really you?

Yeah, its been a while since I last saw you.

[...well at least that confirms that Prospero also calls upon dead people form other worlds.]

[He's no longer quite as wary as he was months ago, but he's still not willing to give out his full name to a complete stranger, especially in a situation such as this.]

Kiritsugu. And yours?

[Well, he finally had a name to associate with the face. Even if Kiritsugu already knew him, it was only fair that Lancer do the same. He didn't particularly like hiding, but he doubted the former Master would have listened to a word he said otherwise. And considering they were in the same metaphorical boat, he did want to help.]

Diarmuid. [He gave the camera a flat, even stare.] As for additional details, I think you can see clearly that it gets a little more complicated from here.

[Kiritsugu's still shaking off the shock (and he's a very hard man to surprise). He begins speaking slowly, unsure how to approach this situation.]

I can't really say the same. I just saw you yesterday.

[Kiritsugu doesn't say it out loud, but he can guess the meaning behind Shirou's words. After all, he has felt himself slowly dying since the day of the fire. He recognizes how impossible it is for him to ever see his son like this back in his world.]

You look well. How old are you now?

...

[No surprise. Not for more than a second, anyways. Instead, what Lancer gets is a stoic expression slowly turning into one of resigned hatred. He had escaped this life, damn it. Why was it still chasing him? Was this some sort of punishment for his actions as a killer?]

[He reaches for the off button, regretting his decision to talk with him oh so much. While Lancer may have cast away his grudge (or at least partially so), Kiritsugu Emiya still holds little love for the Heroic Spirits he's always held disdain for, the memories of a past he's been trying to forget, and the system that allowed them to come to be. Were this either of Lancer's Masters, perhaps he would display some regret, but from his point of view, Servants from the Fourth War were chess pieces in a game that took his life away.]

[Kiritsugu can't help but wish the cell phone would shut down more quickly. Not because this gives Lancer some time to speak in, but because the more he sees the face in front of him, the more he hates himself.]

Yeah, about that...

[...oh he's asking about his age.]

I'm seventeen now.

I'll state this plainly: if I had a serious problem with you, I wouldn't have told you all that. So instead of panicking, you're welcome to ask whatever else you might want to try and find the answer to.

Everyone here is in the same situation. I don't like you--that doesn't mean I won't help you as far as information goes if nothing else.

[ Wishing to see the faces of others trapped in this place may not necessarily be a good idea, as the moment she recognizes that voice and his own face, she's answering the call. Hair fallen around her shoulders, eyes wide in surprise.

Of all the people.. why him?

Why this man?

If there's anyone who can make her stomach churn in bitterness, it was him. Her Master from the Fourth War, who forced her against her will to-- no, this was all in the past (and necessary). Shirou and her handled it in the Fifth War, so there's hardly any need to feel this way.

Forgiveness was something she can give easily. Lancelot was granted it with no trouble, so he should be-- ]

H-have your questions been answered?

[ Even if she was Saber, stoic and solemn, the events of the day have left her feeling almost vulnerable. ]

[The appearance of Lancer softens the shock, but it does little for his displeasure at seeing his former Servant again. Much like every time she has talked to him, Kiritsugu does not respond. It is true that he has little excuse for doing so, now that he can no longer hide beneath the pretext of treating her like a tool, but that still does little for his hatred of what Saber (as well as every other Heroic Spirit) represents.]

[He's not shutting off the feed, however. Doing so would be acknowledging her.]

I... I see. It looks like I've missed a lot.

[Sounds a little melancholic, but at the same time, he's happy that he gets to see his son in this state.]

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