"I will try," Kebechet admits, "though I am not quite sure what I said."

They peel Noctis' hand from their arm, a clinical gesture of quiet rejection, and begin walking toward the throne again. "When I read the historical record, I could not help but find myself empathizing with your family's plight. Facing a hoard of inexplicable fools bent on meaningless chaos and destruction, attempting to maintain some semblance of order and intelligence through the battle... It was very moving."