He observed the hurricane’s shape distort slightly, as a portion of the cloud expanded, stretching toward the forest of Snowfield.
But that was not the part he was paying attention to.
It was further north.
The strath of north Snowfield, not yet covered by clouds.
Thia lined up some of the fruit-sized “satellites” floating around him, forming a row starting from his eye.
In doing so, the space between each satellite was distorted, becoming multiple lenses amplifying the image of the aboveground.
Through this magically-created makeshift telescope, a video relay was projected onto the void of the mesosphere.
It displayed a group standing on the strath.
Countless familiar faces to Thia.
But they didn’t know about him.
Some might have been vaguely aware but nothing beyond that.
They were basically strangers to Thia...but not to Flat Escardos.
The El-Melloi Classroom was something irreplaceable to the boy that was his host. The only place where he belonged.
Because of the way the two were always together, he knew everything about Flat.
The classroom is the home he must return to, and it wouldn’t be home without those humans in it.


Fate/Strange Fake Volume 8, Chapter 24: "Be Silent, ******"