[Estinien ever has an eye for detail, and the way she holds herself back, how her body sags in defeat... all of it does not go without notice. However, Estinien can be more cold than not when it comes to those he does not recognize, and while he's far from heartless, he does not feel moved by her disappointment.

If anything, merely curious of such a reaction. His curiosity is graciously sated in no time as she continues to explain who she is, and why she's chosen to speak with him. The Warrior of Light, supposedly. Estinien's face twists slightly into something among the realms of incredulous, because he would remember the Warrior of Light should they approach him, and she is not—

The twist of Estinien's expression falls, and there's something closer to puzzlement as he tries to recall the features of the Warrior of Light only to be met with a gap in his memory. Naught more than a blinding and burning silhouette of light fills what he should be recalling as his friend. His gut twists with unease at this, and he's left wondering what's true, and what might be part of the machinations of Zenith.]

You mean to tell me that beyond my star, that there are varying versions of it? That you are the Warrior of Light of one, and thus you know me, but not I you simply because another Warrior of Light has filled such a role?

[He doesn't sound as skeptical as the words might otherwise imply. He seems to be trying to process, more than anything. This entire thing has been a bit Too Much, even for him. However, he's...trying, it's not easy, especially when he's come to just accept that there are so many multiple worlds out there, but that there might be multiples of him, or others—his whole world...

He is far from a simple man, but he's also not been one to contemplate such possible realities either.]