[ X'rhun has all but abandoned his drink, his attention held fast by the words that seem to slip so idly from Ardyn's lips. He always harbored a fear, something deep down in the bottom of his heart that he dared not think about too long, that millennia of living a tortured life had meant that even freed from his shackles, Ardyn's one wish would always be to see his life come to an end. And there would be nothing he could do about it.
It does not escape X'rhun's attention that him admitting to the contrary is significant, and that he notes X'rhun as the cause for such a shift fills him with a strange cocktail of relief and joy, that almost ever-present warmth that unfolds behind his ribs, and something else he cannot quite name. ]
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It does not escape X'rhun's attention that him admitting to the contrary is significant, and that he notes X'rhun as the cause for such a shift fills him with a strange cocktail of relief and joy, that almost ever-present warmth that unfolds behind his ribs, and something else he cannot quite name. ]
Truly?
[ Ah. It's... hope. ]