I... hope that all of us being here in this world amounts to something. That this is, perhaps, the goddess trying to make things right. Though she seems as lost as the rest of us, truth be told.

[It's unlikely, he knows. Dimitri closes his eye.]

Even if it is not my world, knowing that somewhere, somehow, things turned out differently would be a comfort. Knowing that the injustice of it has been acknowledged by the goddess would be a comfort, as well.

[Which is essentially saying he wants mommy to say "it was unfair and I'm sorry", and that's exactly why it's embarrassing. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he peeks at Claude again.]

There will not really be time for dreams back home, I fear. I will have my hands full just trying to get everyone to stop fighting. But if I can continue my father's work, if people could see that life without crests isn't something to be frightened of, I hope I can put some ghosts to rest. Asking for more would be greedy.