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"James Moriarty speaking."

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[sassery]

Ehhhhh... jury's still out on that.

[Nox actually wiggles a hand at this, frowning a little.] No one really knows how or why they end up here, some people think it's something to do with the Spirit Realm, but...

[He shrugs, unsure of what else to really add to that.]

Also, you're basically saying you're dead back home, yeah? [Considering Moriarty is who he is... it's not exactly unusual for Nox to hear this. But it's not exactly something he likes to hear all the same.]

[slideruler]

If you're aware of the contract I've made with your uncle, then you must know I am a Servant.

[ If Vergil, Nox's not-dad, is also the Master of a Servant, surely he has some idea of what that means. But just in case he doesn't, Moriarty continues. ]

I require magical energy to maintain my existence. If I completely exhaust my mana reserves, I will disappear. Those are the facts of my existence.

There are several ways to supply a Servant with magical energy—but the most relevant method to our current discussion is probably the Master-Servant contract.

Your uncle is my Master, which means I rely on him to replenish the mana I burn simply by existing.

However, in the world I came from, I have no Master.

Instead, I was bolstered by the specific circumstances under which I was summoned—but that time was rapidly coming to an end. In fact, I was called away in the midst of our final battle.

Granted, my fellow Servants and I all agreed to fight knowing we would expend the last of our energy on the battlefield, myself included.

That's why I can tell you, with absolute certainty, that going back will mean my death. I'd accepted it.

Coming here was the factor I hadn't accounted for.