You're fortunate to have such admiration for your sire.

[The bitterness in his tone isn't truly meant for Yuna. It's meant for that bastard he stabbed in the back for the sake of wealth and fame. Seymour has no love for his father even now.]

The sacred bond between a father and their child is a noble thing to behold. I almost envy you.

[There's a slither of honesty in his words.]

Ah, yes. You do have many who you deem as friends by your side. Maybe your accomplishments belongs to them and your ability to befriend those like-minded to yourself.