Estinien sighs. He certainly understands what Himeka is talking about, having grown up in an environment where many things were attributed to the work of their goddess, even when it was plainly insane to do so. Even their judicial system relied on the idea that the Fury would guide the outcome of combat. Maybe it's because of his cultural upbringing that these existential questions feel old hat. The sort of thing that he either had to have surrendered to long ago, and if not that, put them resiliently out of mind.

He'd chosen the latter, not having much interest in relying on an unseen force to make things happen. In some ways, he'd like to think that he and Nidhogg were destined to fight, that he, among all others, was destined to kill the wyrm. Yet, he knew it really wasn't that. It was simply that if he failed to accomplish that, he had nothing else. There was no point in contemplating alternatives because they were as good as death for him.

It would seem like fate to the outside observer, though. It would seem like it all happened exactly how it should. He shakes his head to himself, staring out through the bars.

"They'd say things like that about Aymeric and I, you know. I oft find people apply the idea of 'fate' retroactively... to explain what they've seen, rather than to be certain of what will come."

"Tis only natural that joining the Scions would draw you into such matters. If you set your sight on things of import, important things will happen around you." He glances at her. "Though particular skills and circumstances do help."

Obviously, her having Hydaelyn's blessing plays a part in it. She literally couldn't do the things she had without it, in some places. But there were others with that gift.