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Tarik had listened carefully to Lucina pour out her feelings of anger and sadness. They were feelings he was not a stranger to. She was obviously confused and upset , some memories of the past haunting her, especially of Sinopia.

Firstly, "Lucina, no life is meaningless. Understand that he was not 'nothing', just like the lives of your fellow Sinopians, your brother or yourself. Maybe that man needed to die, maybe he didn't. I've no place to say. However, you have to move past it, move past the deaths of your family, the deaths of the people you will kill in the future, and press forward toward your own goals and objectives, but not for revenge. That hate you feel will corrupt and destroy you and everything you hold dear to you."

He looked towards the Sun across the desert. "I've ended countless lives, Lucina. It is something I will never get used to. But it is all so I can free my people of their wretched, endless curse. That is why I go to the Underside, to liberate them. I will kill again, not from hate, but for my people." Tarik stood silent for a moment, recalling the faces of his people, their sadness. It motivated him and keeps him pushing forward.

"I hope you understand. Do not lose yourself, Lucina." The traveler turned heel and followed his tracks back to the caravan.

He surrounded himself with the group and addressed them. "I need to make a stop before we head to the Rift. I need to go home on Mt. Persimmon."