"Sigewinne..." Okay, she had made a few overtures toward him. She'd also drugged his tea. He'd eventually realized her motives were probably harmless, but that was the reason he'd taken his chances with the deeper fortress rather than the quicker route of ducking into her clinic that fateful day. "I can see that, I guess."

Wriothesley shrugs. "Being dissolved in the Sea wouldn't have been so bad a fate, you know. Maybe not everyone's choice, but for a lonely teenager?" He looks wistful, even two decades or more later. "I could feel it all around me, warmth and acceptance and... unity. But it wasn't for me." The Sea had been gentle, but it had still rejected him.

"It's not like this is a discussion I can have with him." He smiles, hanging his Vision back up on his coat. "I doubt I'd be allowed to maintain both of my positions, after all, and I might complain about the workload but I actually enjoy my work. Someone needs to look after the Fortress, and I'm better at it than anyone else."