[Impossible to miss that bite behind the sentiment, the sharpness of Ignis’ “tone” through the telepathy. Ardyn’s is what one might expect, coming from him; malleable, patronizing, edged in that frustrating humor. Communicating like this, though, reveals something that isn’t so readily felt otherwise — something sharp, his attentions like hooks into the other, reserved only for those who hail from the same star as he.]
And another one. Like moths to the flame.
[This is not quite at all what he expected when he thought to experiment with telepathy, but here they are.]
I should be honored that the lot of you are so eager to speak to me.
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And another one. Like moths to the flame.
[This is not quite at all what he expected when he thought to experiment with telepathy, but here they are.]
I should be honored that the lot of you are so eager to speak to me.