If you insist, though I'll scarcely blame you should this prove the limits of your patience. But even so...no more lies, no more secrets. Not from you.

[He poured them both a drink, picking up one of the makeshift glasses with a distant expression.]

...The truth is I returned to Insomnia just once before it fell, some years after I was let out of Angelgard. I'd presume you far too young to remember, and I might also presume it was kept as quiet as a sudden cataclysm could be. I took the guise of a soldier and destroyed everything in sight with Ifrit.

My goal was twofold; to end the Lucian line and to exchange a few words with my brother. But by day's end, I only accomplished one of these.