[She knows this feeling. Knows this absolute feeling that you can't be saved. That when you look at the possibilities of your world, it's actually impossible. She may have resolved herself to go back and change things until she could be, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't remember what it felt like before.]

I'm not... I wish I could say that there has to be a way, that we can help you somehow. But I don't know that, so I can't. I won't.

But... that doesn't have to mean there's nothing we can do. I can't... do anything about your world but... here. Now. If you ever leave the desert... is there anything I can do? So things might not get as bad? Or people won't get as hurt?

If you're ever forced to leave the desert, what would you want someone to do for you?

[A kind of damage control, really. Anything, big or small, that she can do to help. And she knows for sure that she can remember him like this, keep that memory of Ardyn Lucis Caelum, not Ardyn Izunia, in her heart. She isn't sure saying that will help right now, though.

She won't say that she won't look for a way to help him either, too. She can't just give up entirely, could never do that.]