[France nods. He's not yet warming up to the whole idea, and he probably won't completely; there's too many centuries of believing and conceptualizing life and death behind him for France to change after just one conversation. Still, it's obvious that he's trying hard to understand that this is, at least, a possibility and her and Nanao's reality.]

[His voice is steadier when he responds, and his words are chosen carefully and with conscious consideration.]

All of my life as a Nation, I've watched and let humans come and go, expecting and hoping for Heaven, and I have been...

[He pauses, jaw working briefly.]

I suppose I found it to be acceptable because, no matter how their lives ended, they would go somewhere infinitely better than anything I could ever hope to offer them.

[Anything, really, than he could ever hope for. He grimaces.]

This is... jarring for me.