Yeah, well. Not the first time I've lost someone I love, if that's how it ends.

Of course it's a little different when they die. [ She's clear Venti never saw that memory cluster, so she goes on. ] Right before we were brought here, I got a series of memories back. The death of the man I loved for two hundred years being among them. He was also my Chevalier, so it's doubly hard -- I'm not sure whether that's something you understand well or not. Is there... a class among people that are recipients of your favor in some way that sets them apart? It's like that. It's a bond that's extreme, but undeniable. Like if someone cut off half my limbs.

So his timing here really could have been better.