Hmph. If I didn't know better, I'd almost say, based upon this conversation, that you'd done it on purpose. That the Warrior of Light helped things along for you would have served as quite the convenient circumstance, wouldn't it?

[Said with a tone that's intended to cut to the very core. For usually-diplomatic Elidibus, it is scathing, indicative of how close to the end of his rope he is as well. If he questions why he should continue in the absence of Emet-Selch and Lahabrea, and even their sundered comrades, it only sends him into a spiral of more questions, more groping for answers that aren't there -- so he doesn't. He cannot.]

Things have moved past the need for a diplomat and straight to requiring direct action. I have no choice.

[He opens his mouth to continue, as if to scold him that he should be re-assuming the mantle with him, but quickly sees the futility in it, and instead turns his back to him. Neither of them are going to change the other's mind. Lahabrea would surely have more to say, more embers to burn him with even if he is already good as dead, but Elidibus just feels pity, cold and solid in his stomach.

As long as Zodiark yet persists, there is still a sliver of a chance; a ray of light in the dark, however faint.]

...And there's naught left to be said about it.