[Młynar narrows his eyes at Galaxia’s comments, because they bring him to a realization. He was about to get dragged deeper into a philosophical debate about knighthood, but he realizes that there’s no winning those arguments, especially with someone so self-assured. Besides, he'd find no resolution to his trauma with a seeming madwoman.

However, the bit about rebirth catches his attention. It sounds like mad ravings to Młynar, who simply tries to draw clues from her phrasing. Rebirth? Did she believe in reincarnation? Or did she mean it in a more literal way? There was no real way to tell.]

I imagine your death would likely be a terrible thing for your subordinates. Not that it’s my business, more a note on my part.

[With that said, the knight points his sword towards a small rock on the ground. Supernatural golden light flows from the tip of the blade into the stone- infusing it with his Arts so that it remains aglow for at least a few more days. With that done, he flicks the makeshift torch towards Galaxia, leaving the choice of whether to accept the gift up to her.]

Consider this my way of taking your advice to heart. Try and be safe down here. I don’t know of your past life, but the notion of you dying down here don’t sit well with ideals I choose to follow.