Given the cost of it was the death of my best friends, the loss of my humanity, and the hatred from my own son... I think I'm doin' pretty well. [He returns that smirk with one of his own, despite the initial words.] Besides... what would carrying myself like some arrogant dick even do? Nobody here's from Spira, so all everyone else would see is somebody in need of being knocked down a few pegs.

I like a good fight just as much as the next guy. But, I'm way too old and way too tired to consider anybody else's opinion of me significant.

[He shakes his head.]

That sounds a lot, to me, like nearly everyone there's using one another's actions as an excuse to be cruel and untrustworthy. Which... in the end, means they're letting other people determine the kind of person they'll be. And that's... kind of depressing, when you really think about it.

[Jecht slowly moves to stand. Offering his hand in case Azul needs help standing.]

You've been through a lot today. Why not take it easy for now? We can talk more tomorrow.