Felih listens, puts the pieces together, and despite himself, he feels the tears welling up in his eyes.

"He... Raha... he might have..." he murmurs quietly, heart aching and cheeks burning as he remembers the words G'raha imparted to him before sealing himself away.

The star by which I chart my course.

"Are you- to control this tower, you must... have Allagan blood," Felih murmurs quietly. "Could you- could you perhaps be his descendant...? Or- ah..." There's so much to wonder.