"Hmmm." Ramza had never given thought to different versions of a world. He knew other worlds must exist, given that he had seen people and creatures cross between, but an alternate version of his was novel. "Perhaps in one, I could wield Excalibur," he considered.

His good cheer faltered, smile fading as he realized, in another world, perhaps he had not let young Tietra die. Not fought against his brothers. Not nearly lost his sister.

But thoughts like that served no purpose. Ramza sighed, and focused on finishing his task.

"Yes, there are whispers of war heavy in the air here," he admitted as he worked. "But I was born thirty five years into a Fifty Years War, and no sooner than peace had been obtained abroad, civil war broke out over succession of the Ivalicean throne." He was not seeking pity, just stating facts. "So, to me, Aqures Ixen and Crystallis are peaceful, and I pray our presence will help preserve that peace."

He finished his cleaning, and held the blade up for Sephiroth to examine.