[Ah, right. War. He can't rightly complain about being bored when this woman has escaped the clutches of war to end up here, can he? Exhaling a thin sigh, Diluc leans against the backrest and stares up at the grey sky.]

Then you'll be sure to make the most of it, I imagine. It's not that I wish for tumult and violence, but a land this peaceful seems too good to be true.