"You're getting the wrong impression." He puts forth a typical condescending smile. "'They' are people like us, stolen from other worlds. As far as anyone knows, the only one who can return us is the machine that took us."

He hesitates abruptly. The thought occurs to him: if he gives too much information too freely, Kiritsugu will walk away, either out of mistrust or lack of any continuing need for him. Would that be bad? Archer looks really unsure for a second; the smile fades quickly.

"Whatever else is true...as ordinary as this place seems, it holds miracles beyond the capabilities of modern magecraft." He finally meets the other man's eyes, his expression still serious. "The manipulation of parallel worlds, or at least theft from them. The ability to pick and choose between points in time, and hold places within them...and, certainly, the revival of the dead."