The three men looked at each other awkwardly, not certain how to reason with such blind insistence. Finally, Jecht sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Look. I'm here. I ain't goin' home ever again, I know that. I got no reason not to do this, and every reason to do it. Even if it's nothin' more than lettin' Braska's kid grow up in a peaceful land, at least for a few years."