He's surprised to hear her next words, and it shows on his face when he looks over at her again. Amplifiers. Eikons. He hasn't yet heard about the Fold, but won't that, too, seem familiar? The parallels between their worlds are unmistakable, but it's a marvel to him that they could be so similar.

"Kill them? I'm not even sure that's possible. No, we are…chosen. How they choose us, no one really knows. Some of them are tied to bloodlines. Bahamut — my Eikon, the king of dragons — has chosen my father's bloodline for generations. Why me, I do not know. Though I may be the last; there are things happening at home, and I cannot see the end of the path."

Possibly because he died but he's not about to have that existential crisis. That's not a first meeting conversation. It might be a never conversation, considering how much Dion tries to avoid thinking about it for now.

"Phoenix also chose a bloodline. Some of the others…I'm not really sure. They don't always choose us at birth, either. I was a child, but there are some who are adolescents before they are chosen. Perhaps some make it to adulthood, even, but that's rare. It would be better if they chose adults. What can a child know about that kind of power? They are not spells that we can command easily. It takes a lot of training to master priming. Even then, I think it is often the mere illusion of control."

Again that bitterness; he learned that the hard way, though it wasn't really his fault that Bahamut got out of his control. He swears it will never happen again, but whether he can keep that promise is anyone's guess.

"But you…you have to kill these amplifiers of yours to gain their power? That seems sad to me. Or dangerous, perhaps, killing a magical being for its power."