Estinien turns to meet his gaze, his brow raised slightly, as if in question. He shakes his head slightly, and can't help but add:
"Twould be naive to call anything an ending." Not when horrific catastrophes seemed to visit his world as if on schedule. There's been previous Warriors of Light, previous Azure Dragoons, who all probably thought they were winning as well.
As for the other question, well... it's tempting to brush it off with something like 'what is there to tell?' but that would be obnoxiously ingenuine at best. As much as he doesn't like to talk about himself or be talked about by others, he knows his own life is exceeding strange.
Wouldn't it be so much easier and so much more pleasant to keep talking about what Himeka had done, or what Aymeric had done, or what Alphinaud was still likely doing? But, maybe there is at least one thing he should admit to, now that he's gone and sung the praises of mankind's rekindled friendship with dragons. It's really not something he could or should take credit for.
"...I was a dragon slayer," he says. It's the truth about what he is, after all. "For nigh on twenty years, 'twas all I concerned myself with. My lance has since found new purpose, but 'tis a truth that will not change."
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"Twould be naive to call anything an ending." Not when horrific catastrophes seemed to visit his world as if on schedule. There's been previous Warriors of Light, previous Azure Dragoons, who all probably thought they were winning as well.
As for the other question, well... it's tempting to brush it off with something like 'what is there to tell?' but that would be obnoxiously ingenuine at best. As much as he doesn't like to talk about himself or be talked about by others, he knows his own life is exceeding strange.
Wouldn't it be so much easier and so much more pleasant to keep talking about what Himeka had done, or what Aymeric had done, or what Alphinaud was still likely doing? But, maybe there is at least one thing he should admit to, now that he's gone and sung the praises of mankind's rekindled friendship with dragons. It's really not something he could or should take credit for.
"...I was a dragon slayer," he says. It's the truth about what he is, after all. "For nigh on twenty years, 'twas all I concerned myself with. My lance has since found new purpose, but 'tis a truth that will not change."