It's odd. For how much has been thrown in his face about how weak and powerless he chose to make himself, he isn't sure what to do with someone... acknowledging the unfortunate position he was put in. His limit had been hit. How much else was he supposed to take when it didn't seemingly matter anyway?

"Bahamut is good at that," he nearly hisses. "Testing people's limits for their grand, preordained weaving of fate. Most just seem disappointed my limit for his torturing wasn't more."