Dion nods, resolve strengthening as he meets Joshua's glass with his own.

"To peace, at long last."

He drinks, and it's more than the liquid itself that settles him. It's a growing certainty that their efforts will not have been in vain- that his work is done, and Valisthea will rebuild stronger than it has ever been.

"Much like yourself, a new world will rise in the ashes of the old. I have no doubt it will be beautiful."

He only wishes he could have seen it- if only once.