[He nods to answer Merlin's question. Yes, he has, though the fact pains him. He is pleased not to be asked about it, as it would pain him more to speak of it, though he would likely answer the question if asked directly. His treachery should not be hidden. He should not be afforded that luxury.]

I am what you might consider a copy of the man known as Lancelot, in a way. I have his memories and emotions, and I am like him in every way, but the true Lancelot is long dead, and his soul resides in the Throne of Heroes. I am a being known as a Servant, bound to a Master, or I was. That bond is gone now. My Master summoned me into a vessel as a Heroic Spirit to fight in a War between magi. It is called the Holy Grail War: a battle in which Heroes fight to the death--and the last one living wins the Holy Grail for his or her Master. The Grail, in turn, grants the winners each a wish, or so it is said. I was defeated before the War's end, and then I appeared here, as if summoned yet again, but there is no battle here that I have seen.