He can envision all too easily how he may grow jealous of his past self. His nose wrinkles but he offers no objection. In truth, he's forgotten how he used to believe all lives worth equal value. Hythlodaeus' reminder almost shames him.

He should know better. He's no longer under Zodiark's sway, and hasn't he acknowledged that the star belongs to the mortal races now?

But-- "I'm so tired though, 'Daeus," he murmurs. "'Tis a trial simply to wake up each morning. Living feels like a burden - one that your presence alleviates, but still a burden. What purpose would my life have in a city which has only ever known peace...?"