Whatever you wish. You will be free to live a life free from this godsdamn war. [ Clive tilts his head away, regardless if she could see his face before or not. ] I... imagine that the Eorzaen Alliance would not let me get far.

[ The brand on his face labels him a enslaved magical fighter of the Empire. He has fought in wars and slaughtered people. Even if he had deserted? He rather doubts that those in Eorzae would open him with welcome arms. They shouldn't. He failed his charge, his home, his people. Jill would hardly know and he would prefer she never know. ]

War. [ His answer comes regardless of her statement of owed. ] So much of it. Magick can only withstand the might of Magitek for so long without drastic measures... and Magitek can only race against against magick for so long. That's why...

[ That was how he had ended up as a special unit as opposed to being killed on the spot. His mother insisted he would be useful as he had been blessed by the Phoenix. Or rather, some usefulness, as he was quite certain she would have put a dagger through his chest the moment she could have. ]

There is no greater plan than getting you far away from the Heretics and the Temple Knights. It's your life, Jill. You're free to live it how you see fit.