"I'm glad for that. For those memories." She smiled at his reflection and then lifted her eyes to look at him. "The people of Insomnia and Galahd are scattered right now, but that won't be forever. I know Eos will be a beautiful, peaceful place again. I've seen it." She never would, not with her own eyes, but her visions had been clear. Enough to always keep her going. She'd heard the reverent tone underlying his words, knew the emotions for what they were.
It had not always been the same for her. "Tenebrae...I don't truly recall much of it before the Empire," she confessed. "The palace was kept much the same, but that was only the surface. Niflheim wanted to pretend that it wasn't about subjugation but...they were good a veneers." How strangely empty the place she'd called home started to feel. Her brother grew more distant; all of her duties were wrapped up in prophecy and subterfuge. "Still, I traveled as much as I could. I saw the people." She felt more connected to the refugees of Eos than anyone in the palace.
"I wonder sometimes what they are doing right now. We did the best we could, gave them what they needed, but....I still wonder." Her voice was wistful. "Was it enough? I know that it was, that Noctis has the ring and everything he needs...." She shook her head. "It has to be."