[ Whatever Dion had expected, it was not this. It shows in the way his shoulders peak by the smallest of degrees, as though bracing himself against that series of undeserved affirmations. He had meant only to point out that he is hardly a more fitting champion for their world than Ifrit is.

Instead, it seems he'd opened the door for an assessment that overlooks so many, many shortcomings. ]

You say this, but...

[ But Twinside. How many had died for his weakness then? His eyes sink to the hand covering his, debating whether to withdraw. He knows Ifrit is being kind, yet that kindness burns him like a brand. ]

You should extend such grace to yourself. The people of the Hideaway and parts beyond trust you with reason. They would still, if they knew of this.