[Even here, even now, Dion allows his sins to drag him down when he has the chance to start anew. Then again, despite how many years have passed, Clive's guilt still follows him like a shadow. He supposes the difference is that he can walk forward and look at that shadow and recognize that it is a part of him. But it doesn't weigh him down like it once did, like it seems to be doing for Dion.

These things take time. Self-loathing and misery are not ailments one can dispel overnight. Though why Dion thinks his crimes are a personal affront to Clive is something he doesn't entirely understand. Yes, he and Joshua fought and fought and fought to subdue Bahamut at Twinside, but they did so willingly, not out of fear.]

I cannot tell you how to feel, nor would I want to, but I want you to know I hold no ill will toward you. You don't have to understand or agree with me. But regardless of who we are or who we might have been or what either of us have done at any point in our lives, you can ask this of me.

[Clive takes a step closer to Dion, his own arms falling to his sides. When next he speaks, his voice softer, quieter, slightly more intimate.]

Not just because it would make my brother happy, though I cannot deny that is a bias of mine. But because we are men. And we deserve the choice to live.