Lord El-Melloi II respectfully declined to look at the computer (if he had, the only question would be how is that updating if the world's ended?), and instead shuffled in, being certain the door behind him was closed. No one else needed to hear this conversation.

"...In a way," Lord El-Melloi II said, listening and parsing Roman's words carefully. "But I believe the question is better reframed as a matter of sustainability In terms of being an active presence on the field, there's no doubting my usefulness, but by the same token, there's a greater strain on my physical body. One that brings into question of long term effects and if I should continue to enter the battlefield itself."

There was an unsaid fact that as a mage, Lord El-Melloi II was hardly the best. His circuits were still so limited, even as he tried to better himself.

"And with regards to Mash, I believe her health and particular circumstances are just different enough from my own that speaking to you is the wiser option. Fujimaru doesn't need to know about this yet."

He was not about to burden a young adult with old man health problems.