[Claude might have disdain for meddling gods, but he has nothing against Sothis on a personal level, and after speaking to Rhea, all he can think about is how her and her childrens' story was so wretchedly sad. So -- for what little it might be worth -- he tries to offer some reassurance.]

Listen... The Fódlan that I know has a bright future ahead of it. One that isn't tied down by false dogmas your daughter preached, nor threatened by any secret societies trying to crush it from beneath that opposed you all those years ago. If I can just fix things here, get the worlds back to how they were...

[He falters, because the big, glaring question staring him in the face is simply: how? They're running out of road very quickly, and he doesn't know what to do to save things here. Doubts the Oracle has the kind of power that could set things right, here at the end of everything.]

... What I'm trying to say is, whether you think it's arrogant of me to say so or not, Fódlan's in good hands. I hope your Fódlan is, too.