[To find out about your world's fate while departed from it. V wonders if that's worse, if that would make the sting of needing to return home just amplify itself rather than comfort him.

Maybe it's proof of their differing personalities.]

A sword. Not for me to yield, but for someone else.

[Non-crucial, Prompto calls him, though V can argue against that, too.]

I am crucial enough to where I can provide guidance and information to those who need it back home. But no more than that. Not any longer.