He falls silent as he tries to remember more pleasant times. They are always moments, brief and fleeting, like the lives he lived amongst the people. Not like the long stretches of fondness he recalls in the unsundered world...

"I... When I was newly crowned emperor of Garlemald, I would sit with the soldiers around the fire and eat with them during campaigns. Such was their reverence for me that they named the soup we ate that night in my honour." A pause. "The people also named a park after me - after Solus. Despite being a military nation, I couldn't bear seeing children without somewhere to play. In Solus' later years, there was a playwright whom I favoured with my patronage; I gifted him an airship so that he might take his talent to the rest of Ilsabard and beyond."