Regis watched her. That was... flippant, yes, though he suspected she was speaking far more from experience than idle fancy. He wondered - not that he was likely to ask - how old she was. His age, perhaps, and yet there was a weariness in her that he understood. That he saw in Noctis, too. (Triumph, perhaps, but at what cost? That question never strayed far from his mind, not anymore. And it had already been close, in the middle of that long, long war, back home.) (For a moment, he almost wished he had opted for a drink, as well. Almost.)

For now, he just blinked, slowly, and his voice was soft. Gentle. He thought it was important to understand the others who had also been brought to this world, one way or another.

"It is unbearable to you, isn't it. Being here."