[Life is often meaningless. Not...overall, of course, everyone's existence has meaning, even if it's as simple as that of a sheep farmer. But individual events? Certainly. Why else would something like the destruction of Ferndale happen--a village of naught but simple farmers and shepherds, eking out a life from what the land could give?]

It would seem that we are.

[Look, you're asking him to condone you sacrificing all--or a great portion of, if it doesn't take all--of the Spoken Races. You're obviously not willing to sacrifice your people for his, why should it be the other way around?]

So long as your current course is the only way. If there was another, there are those among us who would walk it with you.

[He can't see the Scions, nevermind the Warrior, simply...giving up, if there was a way to accomplish Solus's goals without all the bloodshed. After all, even if the Warrior and Alphinaud were seeking solace in Ishgard, they could have contented themselves to wait until the storm had passed, then been on their way. There was no reason for them to get involved in the Dragonsong War, not truly, and yet they had, and they'd been dogged in their goal to end it.]