I witnessed nothing. I have only what Niflheim's mad scientist has shown me and the word of your descendants and their allies to enlighten me. I have not seen or returned home in whatever form it takes since you saw fit to send me away.

Now you tell me you have stood sentinel for generations upon generations of the bloodline? Do you expect I should feel sympathy for such a plight, for I find I do not. Sharply and painfully to the contrary, in fact. You were allowed a mortal life and family. And afar though you may have been, you were yet there to observe the changing ages and the generations that followed you.

...Have you any idea what I did, whilst you lived out your life and your spirit played observer? For I languished in darkness and silence, struggling desperately to remember what Aera's face looked like. Watching your spectre invade my dreams and rule my nightmares again and again and again, until now when I scarce know if the sight before me is even that of my waking eyes.

Tell me now, and do not dare risk a lie for I know not what I might say or do in answer to it: do you even care? Did you ever care?