All of her words seeped into his heart like a thirsty plant taking water up with dry, tangled roots. She opened his eyes to the perspective he had been foolishly ignoring in favor of the humility that was so heavy-set and harsh that it was abrasive to the self, and therefore scraped away the humility itself to become nothing more than ugly self-effacement. If only he could cease tearing himself apart in times of weakness altogether, but Rhys knew he was only human. That didn't stop him from trying to get better, though, and he was ashamed that he made Nabooru have to defend him from even himself.

"You're right... You're absolutely right." Finally, he could go back to smiling again, a small one perched delicately on his face. "I may not be strong in body, but I do my best to help everyone, even when I'm not at my best. ...Yet, I still worry about what may happen when I am needed in some way but can't find a way to be of help. Or worse yet, be the opposite of help. I do like having my own important niche to fill, but ahh, can you imagine how helpful I could be if I didn't have to rely on the strength of others?" It was as though he were sinking into wistful daydreaming. He knew it was only a fantasy and that he should be grateful for the gifts of healing competency the goddess had given him, so he followed with, "But no matter how strong you are, you will always need to rely on others somehow."