[ Caster snatches the cigarette from Archer hands. He might forget about it otherwise. But getting ash on the sheets is a pain, besides he knows that Archer is more comfortable talking about personal things when his expression is not visible- an annoying tic, but if that makes it easier... He sits on the edge of the bed, feet touching the cold floor. ]

Uh-huh. The wish-granting cup. That part never changes. [ He wants to say it's all fake, smoke and mirrors anyway. There is something else there, and maybe the whole Grail War was always just a damn lie. But he can't, even if their Wars are different, he's still wary of talking about it.

The War was different, the city was the same. And it burned, it burned so bad in Caster's war. ]

I guess many people want to use that thing to change the past.