[Maybe that’s not so far off the mark at all; that’s exactly what the prophecy dictates (had dictated), that their fates ran parallel until one was rid of the other. Until both of them were lost to the void itself.
And to Ardyn, that is not so much a possibility as it was something that had already come to pass. One of the last things he remembers, after all, was Noctis — but not as Noctis is now, he thinks. The voice is different. Not so weighted with that heavy resignation, that responsibility of the world hanging over his head like a sharpened blade. Time is strange here, indeed, and it dances on the edge of being frustrating.]
You’ll send me away? And how exactly do you intend to do that?
[They’ve been delegated to only voice so far, Ardyn unable to see the boy’s face. He almost doesn’t have to confirm it, but—]
no subject
And to Ardyn, that is not so much a possibility as it was something that had already come to pass. One of the last things he remembers, after all, was Noctis — but not as Noctis is now, he thinks. The voice is different. Not so weighted with that heavy resignation, that responsibility of the world hanging over his head like a sharpened blade. Time is strange here, indeed, and it dances on the edge of being frustrating.]
You’ll send me away? And how exactly do you intend to do that?
[They’ve been delegated to only voice so far, Ardyn unable to see the boy’s face. He almost doesn’t have to confirm it, but—]
Let me see your face, Noctis.