G'raha Tia: Well, now...
I have my suspicions as to what this is about, but would you be so good as to confirm them for me?
G'raha Tia: Aye, just as I thought. They went ahead with it after all.
G'raha Tia: The artisans of the Mean had come to me with a proposal, you see.
In celebration of the night's return, they asked how I wished to be commemorated:
on a coin, or as an automaton.
G'raha Tia: Neither, I replied...for all the good it did.
They knew I would be embarrassed-
it makes no difference what name they give it. Yet still they did it...
G'raha Tia: A right stubborn lot, they are...as befits the people of the Crystarium.
They shall be just fine without me, and Lyna may rest assured I do not worry for them.
G'raha Tia: Nevertheless, I shall never cease to pray for their happiness.
G'raha Tia: No longer am I a leader of a nation.
Whatever power and influence I may have wielded, I left behind as surely as I left my body.
G'raha Tia: But everything I have ever felt and experienced...
All of these things and more I have brought with me─you have brought for me.
G'raha Tia: And I shall carry them close to my heart always, unto the end of my days.