[He is as tight as a pulled bowstring, waiting for her... her answer, her reaction. He does not know if she will even mull over his words at all. He attempts to tell his heart it matters not; it is the act of having mentioned Terence at all that truly matters.

That he has settled on this wish in particular.

Dion shakes his head immediately.] No, not at all. [Was that not the point of sharing it?

He would do this for Terence. Truthfully, there was nothing he would not have done for him... except stop being Bahamut. Except stay, when he asked, when Dion knew he must go to Origin. For his father. (For himself.)] His name is Terence. [He offers a hand, if she wishes to clasp it as they make the wish.] I think... he would have thought highly of you. In some ways, you are alike. I cannot speak for Clive, but Terence was sometimes the only one who kept me... [Sane. He hesitates.] Who helped me do what needed to be done. I can imagine Clive thinks of you the same way. [He looks down from Metia to her.] He was my true strength. As I think you are, for Clive.

[This, he does not doubt. Not when he has seen them together. He has seen the light in Clive's eyes when he looks at her, as if life returns to his body at her mere presence.

He knows well that feeling.]