All I knew was that you robbed Rhea of her senses. Everything she did concerning you was utterly incomprehensible. We fought over you, did you know that? We almost never fight. I--

[Seteth's voice rises, shriller, strained, not unlike how it had the month Flayn had gone missing. He catches himself now, forces a few deep, steadying breaths to center himself. Getting upset over this won't help either of them, will it?]

.....I know very little about the abhorrent magic that must have created you, and what I do know, I yearn to forget. That is a forbidden knowledge your Agarthan friends may still possess. If you can't trust anything I say, then you're only wasting both our time and breath here. Go to Shambhala, General.