"Well you better START wanting to fight, then. If you're from my past, I can tell you that day isn't coming for a long, looooong time." Thoughts that he might be polluting the timeline or stomping on Rock's dreams by telling him things don't really occur to Fefnir.

He stands up, making sure that his legs can support his weight- everything seems to be in working order. "If you're going to spend your entire life doing something, you might as well enjoy it, at least. Now, is there anything else for you to work on, or can I go?"