[ This is not something that Aria would lie about, Ardbert decides, and if she was lying he'd like to think he's learned how to tell by now. It's not as if he can read her like one of her scholarly texts, but there's also the fact that there's no reason for her to lie. Not to him.

They've both seen each other at their worst, at their deepest darkest moments. What is there to hide?

That said, there's still something she says that concerns him, his brows knitting as he draws up a first to rest near his chin. ] Mor Dhona? Last I can recall, we were in the Crystarium. [ He'd seen the train roll up, somehow hadn't questioned it, and the rest is history.

She congratulates him for a situation he still can't begin to understand, and he glances down at himself again, how every piece of him appears whole and solid rather than halfway to transparent. A third chance? Is that truly what this is?

When Aria indicates the food laid out on the table, Ardbert blinks and looks it all over, only now registering that it could be more to him than mere orientation. During their talks at the Pendants, Aria had often been settling in to have her supper, and there had always been that disconnect; that sense that she would have preferred if he could join her. Now doesn't exactly feel like the time for a meal, however... ]

Can we trust any of this, Aria? We don't know how we came to be here, how I'm like this... [ He spreads his arms and then gestures at himself, still in a state of shock. Simply put, it all feels a little too good to be true.

And certainly not like something he deserves. ]