He did know. He knew Mithos would do anything for Martel, and at this rate, he was willing to do the same for Raine.

It left him with a hollow feeling, like there was nothing but ice water in his chest.

He knew better than to ask if there was a way to have both. If find another way to cultivate Exspheres was impossible, then saving the world was completely out of the question. It was all going to wither and die... Sylvarant and the Tethe'alla. His hands loosened but didn't fully release his friend's hand. He needed something to hold onto.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that Martel shouldn't be revived," he amended softly. After all, he didn't want Mithos to think that he didn't care about Martel. She was just as important to Mithos and Raine was to him. "I just thought that maybe there would be a way to save both of them..."

But there wasn't.

And there was more he wanted to say, but he couldn't let himself. It would all be too hopeful or too hopeless, and neither side felt right.