A little sentiment is like poison to these old and ancient veins, X’rhun. You know that.

[He says it with the quirk of a smile, and yet it’s a truth that has acted as a wall between them for so long; X’rhun always trying to find a crack in the defenses, and Ardyn too fearful to surmount it.

The smile fades and his eyes drift down.]

That has always been the issue up until now. Thousands of years crafting so much anger, and so much hesitation directed at precious things that I no longer deserved. I still feel it now, you know. All of that rage, sleeping inside, even after it is over.