[Regis shrugs his shoulders before making a dismissive gesture with his uninjured hand. It's obvious he doesn't agree with Izunia's statement, but is trying to be polite about it. One does not waste the Founder King's time arguing about such unimportant things.]

It is a moot point anyway. That world is no longer mine. It's been passed into the hands of those who will bring back the dawn.

[There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, words soft almost as if it is an afterthought or as if Regis doesn't realize he's actually giving the words voice.]

I suppose it can't hurt to keep hope for such visions no matter how impossible they seem.