Eien studied Bahamut, nodding. "...There is still, in a small way, something selfless about how you saw your situation."
"Maybe there's someone in your world trying to fix it right now," Owen said. "Who knows, right?"
"There is little point in speculating," Diyem said dismissively. "...But it is a very mortal thing to hope. And sometimes, hope is what drives change to make it a reality. Still, I'm not one for symbolism of that nature. Platitudes." Diyem shrugged. "Bahamut's world is filled with distortions that will block most of these memories from returning to him until he is long dead, or that distortion if fixed."
"But there is still the smallest chance," Eien added. "It never hurts to hope, if that's all you have left when facing adversity. Channel that into a fighting spirit to regain what was lost." But then, she nodded apologetically to Bahamut. "You've heard this many times from others, I'm sure. But none of them understand your situation as well as you do. Still, I can send my well-wishes for your world. Perhaps it's in my nature after spending so much time doing the Overseers' work."