[This is the most Scaramouche thinks he's heard the Traveler talk, about himself, about anything. Even though it's likely only due to the fact that the man's being compelled to, he's not expecting so many words in such little time. He definitely prefers when he speaks less.

What's actually been said however is interesting, the information slowly processing in his mind. Lumine is gone, which is a shame since she seemed far more interesting than the Traveler. Aether's soul is damaged, he's had his heart broken, and all of that seems fine enough if it doesn't get in the way. However given how the conversation was going, and how all their previous meetings in Nippon had been, it was something that was absolutely going to get in the way.]

You've gotten weaker than I remember.

[There's nothing to comment on when it comes to the man's sister, he knows what loss feels like, has had it consume him much as it has many others, but he doesn't care for the Traveler for this instance to bother him.]

You're far too soft you know. You need to sleep - I won't tolerate you dying from exhaustion. So you're dealing with loss, everyone does. That's just how life is, it hurts, and nothing makes it better. So if you want to intrude then do it, better that you embrace it. It's not your problem if anyone takes issue with it. They're your friends aren't they? They'll understand or you'll get rid of them. But honestly I'd trade you, a broken heart sounds a lot better than none at all.

[Scaramouche tenses up the moment the words pass his lips, gaze turning downward. The only good of saying things like that now is that they'll soon forget it all. He shakes his head, nothing he can do at this point.]

How am I ever to strike you down if you're too busy moping about.