His words had been honest, but he hadn't expected them to trigger anything. When the room flares around them, Cayde brings up a hand, shaking his head as the light fades back, revealing their surroundings have changed.

It's beautiful. Peaceful in a different way than the solitary room and the rain at the window. It's otherworldly too, the glow, the flora, reminiscent of planetscapes he's visited but at the same time, something else entirely.

He turns, facing Cloud. The words make him feel sad, somehow. It was a strange time, but...he'd enjoyed it. His optics narrow in the way one's eyes would with the crinkle of a smile.

"...so this is it, then." If he's going now, he wants to take this place in one last time, hoping that maybe all these experiences are things he can hang onto once the dreams have passed.

"Memories, experiences- the good comes with the bad, and vice-versa. We may not want all of 'em, may regret more than a few..." Cayde looks back at Cloud then, to meet his gaze. "But sometimes they're all the proof we have, of what we were, and of how we came to be. So you hold onto 'em. Hold onto 'em tight."

He brings up a hand in a two-fingered salute.