[He has no reason not to trust X’rhun’s confidence, because that same trust is a thing long earned, and he offers it easily. Led by the hand the whole way, through winding passages and deep shadows, eventually they’re out of the crypts and struck by the orange light of the fading sunset, a dry heat sweeping over his form.
Ardyn squints against the light regardless, ever unused to its touch. The sensation of warmth is just as alien to him, too, a reminder of what he has lost, or of what he has reverted back into when he no longer should even be in existence. After a moment, he releases his friend’s hand and makes a wide, sweeping gesture at the sight before him.]
Now there’s a sight. What grand stonework! Tell me, is that our destination?
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Ardyn squints against the light regardless, ever unused to its touch. The sensation of warmth is just as alien to him, too, a reminder of what he has lost, or of what he has reverted back into when he no longer should even be in existence. After a moment, he releases his friend’s hand and makes a wide, sweeping gesture at the sight before him.]
Now there’s a sight. What grand stonework! Tell me, is that our destination?