Yeah! That's how you gotta look at it! Nothing's bad forever, right?

I think of it like a clean slate. And if I start to remember things, then I can figure it all out then. For now? What's the sense of getting sick with worry? At least we have accommodations here.

[That said, he orders yet another drink. And this time, he orders a water for Lucina so she can at least drink with him in some capacity.]