Well, I never said that we would fight them, Berserker!

[ flat looks up at moriarty, almost insulted that he would tell him such a thing like “fighting another servant” ]

We should befriend them. Imagine having these two as your frie—eh?

[ he looks back to the mirror, where one of the broadcasts has gone out. the one in the desert, to be precise. ]

Seems like the connection got cut off. It wasn’t blocked or ended by the owner but more like... it stopped working. I wonder...

[ he focuses the view of the butterflies nearest to the desert, and frowns. ]

Maybe it was the amount of power from their Noble Phantasms that took them out. Like a power surge.

[ he doesn’t seem too convinced by it. ]