[ By now, he is used to the notion of time moving however it wants between worlds. What was mere minutes for Ardyn was weeks, moons to X’rhun. The Miqo’te has had a long time alone with his thoughts as he traveled, time to recount every interaction and to let his regret settle in, bone deep, with the rest. ]

It does. I ought to be flattered that you found the time to think of me at all.

[ Was it those thoughts, fleeting bits of memory, that tugged Ardyn along the Lifestream only to have him wash up in the middle of Ala Mhigo? He has no idea, and he doubts he ever will. Ardyn certainly has no desire to pursue that mystery, and if X’rhun were honest, he doesn’t really, either. ]

If you were to give some small thought to your future in Eorzea, are welcome to stay with me, you know.