There really is no hesitation when Elidibus responds with his feelings on the Warrior of Light's worth.

"We were enemies because our paths opposed one another and his convictions matched our own. The Final Days had come once more. Who better to steer the course of our star? The truth of the matter lay in the past I could no longer remember and only I was able to cast the spell to connect the past and present. So I choose to place our hopes in him."

For more reasons as well; ones half remembered and some learned during his voyage on the Voidtrecker Express. But those need not be said.

Talk of death. Morbid as it is, there is something relatable in those words. Moreso than before. Drawn from death or the brink of it and rightful rest to ride the train once again for who knows how long.

"I would have settled with meeting my dear friends again," he says quietly, a poignant note coloring his tone. "Or perhaps the memories which return to us as our souls are washed clean by the aetherical sea. To dream..." Until the life he had lived was washed away so the soul can be reborn anew to another life. Elidibus finishes with a wistful sound before shaking his head. The Ascian's voice grows firm again. Calm.

"But not yet. Such is our lot for now, is it not? If I must wait a little longer, so be it."