[ I’ve missed you. Such a plain statement, and yet it encompasses the strange, hollow ache he felt as he whiled away the days, the years, in the bleak darkness of the Citadel. As he waited for Noctis to push those crumbling doors of the throne room open, to meet him in one final battle that would put the both of them to rest.
He had thought at the time that he would be free of it then. Strange how being with X’rhun now, his hand guiding him through the belly of this crypt, is only accentuating the ghost of that loss further. As if he is finally paying attention to a wound left ignored for ages, only now letting its discontent catch up with him, despite simultaneously having the balm at his side.
But now is not the time for such sentimentality, if that’s even what it can be called — X’rhun would agree to him about that, too, and Ardyn’s boot kicks up a stone that’s sent clattering down the corridor.]
Oh, of course there are. Come now, as if I cannot defend myself from all manner of things that would wish to kill me from the shadows. Though I wonder if it should be possible to truly slay a dead man?
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He had thought at the time that he would be free of it then. Strange how being with X’rhun now, his hand guiding him through the belly of this crypt, is only accentuating the ghost of that loss further. As if he is finally paying attention to a wound left ignored for ages, only now letting its discontent catch up with him, despite simultaneously having the balm at his side.
But now is not the time for such sentimentality, if that’s even what it can be called — X’rhun would agree to him about that, too, and Ardyn’s boot kicks up a stone that’s sent clattering down the corridor.]
Oh, of course there are. Come now, as if I cannot defend myself from all manner of things that would wish to kill me from the shadows. Though I wonder if it should be possible to truly slay a dead man?