He sees a familiar, yet not-familiar, face over him, contorted in concern, and Felih relaxes and smiles weakly, a hand coming up to cup against the crystal cheek and rub over the cheekbone.

"J-Just the Echo. D-Don't fret. You- I... the memory I saw was so sweet, and yet... it cannot be. You, younger, out and about in the Crystarium, trying to make a cake for your granddaughter's nameday... Lyna called you grandfather. But the people I know... they don't... know you at all, do they?"

He's trembling as he tries to sit up.