[Mithos is quiet for a moment, focusing on the comfort given by her hands in his. Softly, he breaks the silence.]

I wanted to create a peaceful world where half-elves could live freely, without fear of persecution. That was my dream, for us to be accepted. We strove to end the war not only because it was consuming the world's mana, but because we wanted the world to be more welcoming. [He doesn't know why it suddenly seems so important to explain all of this to her, but...it's all pouring out slowly. Four thousand years of sorrows.]