[Somewhere underneath the turbulent sorrow and confusion, he's grateful for the warmth of her arms around him.] She told me that...I was wrong, to want to return her from death. That I shouldn't have done what I did to try to eliminate discrimination. But what was I supposed to do? [his voice cracks, on the verge of tears] I needed her so badly... I...I didn't know what else to do, after she was taken away from me. I just wanted a world where we could live peacefully together.

[Like popping the cork off a bottle. Maybe his words are a little jumbled, but there's no time to sort his thoughts before they pour out. It doesn't matter. He just needs to tell her everything. But he forgot the second half of his story, the half that's most important. A pause, then an abrupt shift:]

We ended the war, Martel and I...along with Kratos and Yuan. With the world no longer on the path to destruction, the Great Seed - the source of mana, the world's lifeblood - could hope to germinate again. It was because of us. [here he actually tries to slow down, because this is all a lot of information at once...]