A question for our usual audience.

If the Initiative ordered you to lay down your life, with no hope of resurrection, for their cause, would you do it?

[The voice is measured, disciplined, but rather young:]

This is Armin Arlert, cadet of the 104th Scouting Legion, reporting. I arrived to an unknown location approximately one week ago, and have yet to meet any others from my group, or anyone with knowledge of our war with the titans. While I have currently determined the situation to be safe, even hospitable, all evidence suggests it will not remain so. Should anyone out there who serves under Generalissimo Dallas Zackley receive this message, please respond! [A pause, and there's a slight break in that resolve.] Please... I-I can't have been the only one to...

[After a moment, Armin clears his throat. He is shaken, but continues:] To everyone who arrived here prior to this month, I would appreciate any assessment of the situation or perspective on the war and the time-and-space transportation that appears to have taken place. Suggestions for further reading on the subject would also be appreciated.

[It's clear he's a bit worn out by making this message, though fighting to sound brave.] Thank you.

I wanted to keep an open mind.

[ The voice over the device is quiet. It's a melancholy, apologetic tone, but one that might be familiar to the few he has chosen to talk since arriving. ]

I had hoped that a different world would prove me wrong. That an era so far into this world's future would have shown me that not all worlds are alike. That the kind, loving creature described to me by an old friend in my own world as 'humans' might truly exist, even if they don't in Earth Land. [ A beat. ]

The United Earth are evil. It is people like them that brought me into existence in my own world. The kind of people who seek terrible power and use it to kill and to oppress. The same sin committed era after era in my own world, which invariably ends in tragedy and death. The history that people never learn from, choosing instead to repeat over and over again.

[ Zeref pauses. But before making his final decision, he has one last question that needs answering. ]

Is this how it is in other worlds as well?

[From the library, now that she's found it. Before the missions.]

Really, I don't know why people are so excited about this space voyage. I built a rocket for the lady of my old mansion, and while I didn't get to ride it myself, I have it on good authority that space is exceedingly dull. There's just nothing there - it's almost completely empty, and the people who live there are boorish and rude.

As for the beach, I'd be staying home if I could. The sun is bad for my skin.

[Incoming video of a vaguely unhealthy-looking girl with way too much hair!]

If it means that I'll be able to get out of these living conditions sooner, I'll offer my assistance in building something better. Construction magic isn't my specialty, but I'm confident I could cook something up if necessary.

As an unrelated point, I'm interested in this future world I've been taken to. I'd like to see what sort of magic has been developed by this era. Is there a proper library or other repository of magical knowledge anywhere in the city?

[Did she miss something? No, probably no-- oh right, introductions.]

...My name is Patchouli Knowledge. I am a magician of some experience. Nice to meet you all.