[His body language stills when the other man approaches, more eager than before, his heart sticking in his throat. Ardyn tries to shove it back down where it belongs, but when X’rhun reaches forward with a hand coupled with an easy smile, the entire weight of the Eos, all its wretched Astrals and his jaded suspicions would not stop him from meeting it.

He reaches out, curls fingers gently around the man’s gloved touch. He’s real, he’s here, he can feel his warmth. And Ardyn shudders out a breath, laced with a tired laugh, as if his old friend has suddenly enervated him.]

Eorzea?

[Overcome by resignation, Ardyn loses all his sharp edges in that one word, but never unlocking his eyes from X’rhun’s own.]

How? What manner of divine power has issued me to yet another world? [X’rhun’s home this time. Only just arrived, it’s too early to think on what it means, but it feels like less of a prison than the others, a surreal revelation that he doesn’t know what to do with.]

But I suppose you should shuffle me off to somewhere far more flattering, else I form a terrible first impression of your precious star.