[He's somewhere between a wince and a laugh at seeing how Chobo takes after her mother in that particular habit... and, as an afterthought, he appears to write something down.]

I can only imagine... though I wonder if anyone would look even a few years in the past and find pride in themselves.

[Ramza scowls. That thought cuts a little deeper still on himself.]

...though if you'll pardon my asking, Silver- how did you two become friends?