"You're all so young, too... To bear the fate of the world, and one that isn't yours, at that, that seems too heavy for just your hands, doesn't it?"

Sakuya freezes, the words coming out heavier than intended. It somehow felt entirely too personal and tight in his chest. Like this moment, when his eyes linger on Ren and Naoto, he briefly feels like he may have somehow knew them from another place? But that was clearly impossible, and Sakuya writes it off. He still wants to ask them all why they'd gone this far. He wants to know how they're so sure things will work out in the end. But Sylvarie's gaze meets his, and he keeps it inside. Her words were enough.

The crystal remains on its kerchief, cupped in both hands. He looks at each of the next generation. His voice is soft, and his elbows extend slightly, toward Ren.

"You with the fluffy black hair... I saw that expression." His stoic mask fades away, replaced with a genuine smile. "Go ahead."