[ It may be a trick of the torchlight, but he swears there is something that shares a distant relative with hope in the way Ardyn looks at him. That, more than anything, hooks itself into his heart and tugs, propelling him forward over the uneven, rust-colored ground and towards the other man. A man he thought he would never see again, whom he missed dearly and held many, many regrets for all the things left unsaid between them. ]
‘Tis really me.
[ Said with an easy smile, a soft and hopeful sort of thing, offered just as easily as he extends a gloved hand to Ardyn once he is close enough. If this is a trap, he has surely fallen for it, but he highly doubts that possibility now. ]
I beg your pardon, but you came to me. Welcome to Eorzea. What say we quit this dreary place?
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‘Tis really me.
[ Said with an easy smile, a soft and hopeful sort of thing, offered just as easily as he extends a gloved hand to Ardyn once he is close enough. If this is a trap, he has surely fallen for it, but he highly doubts that possibility now. ]
I beg your pardon, but you came to me. Welcome to Eorzea. What say we quit this dreary place?