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[toomanyhyphens]

This phone is so much smaller than it should be. I wonder how far advanced this place is...

[Ordinary technology, no magic, what was this place? She'd spent plenty of time raging already. More than enough. She had to find him. Although the woman's voice is rather ordinary, there is an odd coldness to it. She speaks like an aristocrat, authorative

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[maguskiller]

[The first thought that comes to the mind of someone as analytical as Kiritsugu is not dismay, but the theory that perhaps Prospero is actively trying to punish him for his actions. He has seen Uryu, Lancer, and now Sola. What else could it be?]

No way back. This world is different from each person's.

[Information. His own indirect way of expressing regret at her demise. At the time of the battle against Lancer, Kiritsugu felt absolutely no shame in his tactics, but that's because he thought one dead to be insignificant if it would spare billions more, much like he still does. However, as it stands, his ratio in the War of people he killed to people he saved stands at three-to-one. Much more if he's to be held accountable for the fire. Even he realizes none of those deaths were necessary.]

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[toomanyhyphens]

[Without seeing Kiritsugu, she has no way of knowing it's him. So she views the words with a critical eye before responding.]

I see. Thank you for the information. Do you happen to know why we've been brought here?

[maguskiller]

Nobody does.

[toomanyhyphens]

So we have been brought here, dropped unceremoniously in the street and left to our own devices? Such an unproductive way of doing things. Have you been here long?

[maguskiller]

About half a month. Short, compared to some of the others.

[toomanyhyphens]

Forgive me for enquiring, but may I know the name of the person I'm speaking to?

[maguskiller]

Noritaka. Sola-Ui, I believe you called yourself?

[If she speaks to the new El-Melloi, she could very well find out he's lying, but if he gives the same misinformation to both of them...]

[The thought that he's dishonoring his father's name doesn't cross his mind. His own father did enough of that for the both of them.]

[toomanyhyphens]

That's correct.

[How informal. It's almost concerning in its own way. what sort of place is this? Her voice is low and clipped, formal in its coolness.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Noritaka.