[The familiar faces flash before his mind's eye, and Noctis would be met with not-quite laughter at them. Just a feeling of cold humor, ringing softly behind the sentiment. Enough to stoke the flames without even really trying, as is the unfortunate habit Ardyn has formed over the very long years.
He returns the favor by showing his own face, finally. It hasn't changed a bit from what Noctis likely remembers -- such is the (curse) advantage of immortality.]
You'll be wasting both time and effort. But if you like indulging yourself in futile things, Noctis, who am I to stop you?
[The background is strangely picturesque, for Ardyn allows a bit of what he sees to shine through. A small stretch of sandy beach, shimmering water, piers grasping outwards into an overlarge lake. He stands somewhere near Port Niras.]
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He returns the favor by showing his own face, finally. It hasn't changed a bit from what Noctis likely remembers -- such is the (curse) advantage of immortality.]
You'll be wasting both time and effort. But if you like indulging yourself in futile things, Noctis, who am I to stop you?
[The background is strangely picturesque, for Ardyn allows a bit of what he sees to shine through. A small stretch of sandy beach, shimmering water, piers grasping outwards into an overlarge lake. He stands somewhere near Port Niras.]