[i]This[/i] Tristan can answer with conviction. "That was very beautiful. If your question's not rhetorical, I do have an answer. We will whither and fade. I mean, I apologize for my bluntness, but we will. Would you convict parents for having children, that they would grow old and die as we will? I love mine, who gave me life, even knowing it must end. And I hope our children love us as much, and theirs even more. And if we can't make the world safe for them, let them forgive us that we tried." 

Tristan smiles easily. There's no heat in his voice, no scolding or coldness. He speaks as if to a baby bird fallen from its nest and held in his hands - aware the bird is so much greater than him. He also says it simply because he believes it, truly. "There is hope such as we make of it, such as we are here to have it and to inspire it. And since we [i]are[/i] here, Lady Sauvage, thank you for this kindness. Sir Liana is wonderful, and I am humbled to have been audience."