[The physical change is like a slap to Lloyd's face and he flinches visibly. There isn't any way he can deny it now. Not after that.

Mithos is Yggdrasill.

Fortunately, though, Mithos (Yggdrasill?) gives him a rallying point to focus on, a challenge to his goals and ideals that he can't ignore without protest. He shakes his head, gesturing expansively with his hands - and with his swords, because he's still holding those, but the gesture isn't a threat.]

"Never" is too long a time for anyone, even an elf or a half-elf or an angel, to predict. Anything is possible, M-Mithos.

[The slightest of hesitations slipped into his voice there before he squashed the uncertainty. Mithos is still Mithos. He has to be. He can't be just Yggdrasill. The half-elf boy was too real to be just a lie. And Lloyd doesn't want to let him go.]

If you learned that what you were doing won't work, then you need to try something else. It's only once you stop trying that you don't have a chance at all. Maybe the reason why humans weren't changing was because the Desians and Cruxis were making it worse. Wouldn't it be easier for people to stop hating if we weren't hated, too?

[He gives the angel an almost pleading look.]

We didn't ever hate you when you were our friend. Can't we... can't we keep that? Doesn't that prove it can work?