I was killed entirely by fucking accident, Barnabas. There was no guarantee I would have survived all of that long enough to give Ramuh to Clive. Benedikta was the one who was put down like a mad dog, Barnabas. She became Lost, and where were you? What did her loyalty get her?

[His tears have all dried up, but his face still scrunches like he might have a few left. Cid snarls.]

My half-spun theories could have been tested by a peer. But it’s a shame I had none, apparently. That cave of rotting wood had more love and faith in it than your entire castle. We kept one another and lifted one another. …How could I have faith when you gave me nothing to hold onto? Were you just acting in mimicry of Ultima? Does your God truly give you nothing to hold onto either?