[He nodded. It was true that he could. He hadn't at first perhaps, but it hadn't taken too long before he'd noticed the changes in his own condition. However, it had seemed worth the personal torture at the time.

Now, it clearly had been taken for granted and he hadn't been nearly as ready for what he'd taken on.]

I'd say you have to stop, which I have. I've cut ties with her. Still..

[He turned his gaze back to the city.]

Several years ago, when I was still getting the collaborations between my mental commands and my suits, I was just learning how badly I had PTSD. I'd taken a nuclear bomb through a worm hole and I hadn't known at the time if the bomb I was carrying would go off, what was on the other side, and if I would be able to come back. There wasn't time for those thoughts. If I'd hesitated even a second, it would've wiped out millions of people. It worked somehow, but I relive that moment.

Anyway, I used to dream about it and the battle leading up to it constantly. One night I was so caught up in my nightmare, I called one of my suits in distress.. I woke up to my wife screaming. Fortunately it had just scared her, but.. I could've killed her.

Between that and Ignis and Gladio..

[He shook his head and he couldn't quite keep the emotions back- which of course made it worse. The last thing he'd wanted was to get emotional in front of his daughter. Or uh, not his.. well sort of his.. just, Pyra. Please don't notice the way his voice cracked.]

Everyone who gets close to me winds up hurt.