Rialynn bit her lip, torn. Should she rush down there to support him? Argue against what his Shadow was saying? Tell him to just accept that? It was obvious he was hurting from what it was saying, and the truth was...she couldn't really say that part of him was wrong. The history of this planet was a troubled one indeed, and the way it survived was horrible. All of their own worlds, their friends and families, were put at great risk because of the Ancients' desperation for immortality.

"It's...they're just doubts, Ramza," she called out to him, on the verge of hopping over the railing at the vaguest hint that he might need her to shake things up. "Maybe the way things got set up are awful. I'm not sure what to do about it either. But the people of this world that believe in you...you've fought so hard to save them. Look at all of the people in the Santa Village who are still alive because you believed they deserved a chance to keep on living. That's a part of you too, remember?" Her hands squeezed the railing. "The only reason hope exists is because despair makes it necessary. And you've got so much of that hope, so of course..." She shook her head. "Of course you'd be sad, or worried, or frustrated! You don't have to repress that, you can just tell us. Any of us! It won't change how we feel about you."