[He's not sure this is the right thing to say, but he doubts Nyx really believes in him- he's given the man no cause to do so. Half the time he barely believes in himself. Knowing what's already happened, even if it wasn't his own hand that did it... knowing his path is already laid out and almost ready to go... maybe in some small way, it'll help.]

The empire's fallen. Gralea's a mess of daemons, no one can order the MTs to hurt people anymore. It's still gonna be a hard road ahead, but... soon as the daemons are gone, all the lands that the Nifs stole will be free.

[Ten years in the dark is a very long time. He doesn't know what'll be left of Galahd- hell, he doesn't know what's left of it now. But all the survivors in hiding, all the people who took refuge in Lestallum or wherever else it was safe enough to hide from the endless night... once the sun comes back, the whole world'll be waiting to be reclaimed by those who made it.]