[ Karna smiles a little, wryly. ] If you have aptitude for Magecraft or are a Servant as well, Lady, you'd know. [ ... ] Or perhaps it is different here. I do not know. I don't suppose it is my concern. The Lancer of Black did not wound me and if I disappeared due to the lack of mana, then it is inevitable.

[ It's a...little eerie how easily he accepted his own demise, declared it almost casually, as if it wasn't a big deal at all. And, to Karna, it wasn't. Anyway, since she's trying to be friendly, he gave her a smile and a curt nod back in return.

He tilted his head a little at what she said next, shouldering his spear. ] A little bit of both. But also neither. You see, Lady...the Holy Grail War holds a certain importance to the Masters who waged it. And the Servants. It wasn't just like any other war, it is a holy war and the only war that matters to some, if not most of us.

[ Ah, he's not good with words. ] Oh. The Library. [ He responded, dully. Karna had no use for books. ] Do you wish to go there, Lady?