[ The mysterious smile remains on his face even at her response. Had he meant it literally or figuratively? He will let her come to her own conclusions. A degree of separation must exist between the pair of them, regardless of what his heart demands. It is for the best for both of them in the end. The enigmatic Crystal Exarch who sought the hero's help to save a dying world. Quite the tale, really. One he fully expects to remain in songs sung and books to be read. ]

I believe there are artistic renditions and stories that remain within the books in the Crystarium. The Flood had already taken hold by the time I arrived on the first. [ He turns from her then, shuffling about on the station he is at. A moment later he approaches her, holding a towel out for her to dry herself with. ] While they are unawares of it? Much of it is similar to the Source. Merely... different, in a way. As one would find a distorted reflection to be.