I'm truly sorry, Nina. [ He doesn't elaborate or linger; she hadn't offered this up in the time they've spent together so he presumes she's only sharing because he has. He hadn't considered a world where the rarity of magic would endanger someone rather than liberate them. ]

I've had my share of war, much as I tried to outrun it. If the fates are gracious, its quieter now. [ Ashe would be a month into her new reign, assuming their timelines moved the same. He'd considered being at her side there once. Now it's seems like the foolish romanticism of a boy. ]

I'm surprised I made it this long without waxing poetic. I was captain of a ship, the Strahl. Finest airship in all of Ivalice. Large enough to carry twenty or so.