[He has his fellow soldiers, at least. They might not be the same as his own family - nothing could be - but they... understand. If not the whole of his situation, then the idea of loss. Of dissolution, and destruction, and the desperate need to stay alive. All things from which a kind of camaraderie had sprung up.

But that is something that is largely irrelevant here, where the only person who has really understood that sense has been Alfonse, and even then there have still been differences in their experiences.]

Do you know what I remember most from all of... what happened? It wasn't anything the Warrior of Light did. It was the kindness we were shown when we came to your camp after bringing over the refugees.

[After Quintus' death, and being released from their duty.]

It was feeling warmth again, for the first time after so long. People speaking to us like we were... welcome. The same as any other.