[He doesn't understand the question at first, but when he reaches up to touch his own cheek- oh. He hadn't noticed, either. When had that…? Embarrassed at his own absurdity, he rubs at his eyes, trying to remove the offending tears.]

I'm fine… I'm okay. I don't know why that...

[Okay, that's not true. He can definitely guess why he'd be randomly weeping like a fool out of nowhere like this.]

I guess it- I mean, something must have carried through. Two thousand years just sounds like a big number, you don't really feel the weight of it by just talking about it.

[They've been waiting so long. It had been nothing to say before- he'd joked about it to Gladio, how he was worth the wait. What a terrible thing to say in retrospect.]