I only ever saw Ash from a vessel, but my presence was never particularly celebrated, even upon the seas.

[He exhales, shaking his head. It had been different then. He had chomped at the bit to be released upon Odin. A fight only meant the loss of foot soldiers in his eyes, nothing to truly shed a tear over. Surely they would have been happy to be lost in the crossfire of Bahamut's light.

Now, ever loss of life was embittering. Whatever man his father was shaping him to become, he did not want to be. Lucky, then, that he'd been set upon a different path.]

It is an effort I would not mind exploring. Better that we finally do good with the poison, than the ill that has been done to so many before.

[And isn't that just his standpoint overall, now.]