"Obligations. Duty, honor, love, the usual stereotypical things," he waved it off. From his perspective, his life was nothing special. Just a man born into a high station who followed that station without question and never made much of himself aside from what was laid out before him at birth.

He listened intently, but still casually. Really, there was little he could do here. Was there even poverty in Vaikuntha? Something to look into.

"I see," was his response for the moment. Now wasn't the time ti justify what they hadn't done or try to brag about what they had. Instead, he offered a bit of explanation. "We had many war refugees in Lucis. In Insomnia. It was an issue we were never quite able to get on top of, it seemed."