[For a moment, the only response to Stahn's words is a pained, conflicted look on Leon's face. One of the things he'd always wanted was to be able to live a proper, full live--in part to spite his father, but mostly to be able to live. On his own terms, free from his father's influence and able to live on his own...that'd bee what he'd wanted. Of course, when he had been imagining it before, he'd been with Marian and had just proven himself on the battlefield instead, and he'd have his knighthood and everything.

The reality now is much different.

The thought of trying to live yet another life in yet another world is daunting. No Stahn, no friends, no Marian. What would he have? What would he do? Even Cerealia was so different, and while he'd been able to adapt, that didn't mean he'd be so lucky a third time.

And did he really deserve it, even so?

He looks away finally, bangs falling over his eyes, shoulders slumping as he sighs. It's definitely a half-baked idea. Stahn doesn't even know if that's possible, and here he is acting as though Leon should be striving for something that they don't even know is possible. In a way, it's cruel, even if Leon knows Stahn's trying so hard to find a solution.

(In a way, it's still being left behind by Stahn, Stahn who cares so much but is still trying to find a way to be rid of him, even if it is just so he can live.)

His feelings are a muddled mess when he finally responds, huffing shortly and without humor.]

There is no guarantee that such a thing is even possible. I do not intend to pin all of my efforts and-- [...hopes] --intentions to something that isn't even within our capabilities.

[There's a beat, and then more slowly and quietly--]

And if it is...what then? Where do you intend for me to go?

[How is he supposed to pick another place to live, just like that, when he'll know no one?]