[ As always, it’s different to guess than to hear it from the man himself – even if X’rhun’s conjectures are right more often than not when it comes to Ardyn. As much as it pains him to hear that Ardyn is tired, too tired to live, in fact, his friend’s own admission offers a bit more insight than X’rhun himself was able to cobble together.

How far they have come since idle chatter about skeletons in closets. Now that X’rhun has seen those proverbial doors thrown wide, and beheld the mountain of bones within, he barely has to prod for any answers at all.

Without his hat to conceal them, X’rhun’s ears betray his thoughts, drooping as his heart goes out to the man across from him. He cannot possibly fathom how weary his friend must be, how it feels to slip into nothingness after lifetimes of bitterness and torment, only to be ripped free again. Yet, even as Ardyn sharply jokes about asking X’rhun to kill him, the Duelist already knows his answer. His terribly selfish answer. ]

I would do a great many things for you, Ardyn, but I do not think I’ve the strength of heart for that particular favor.