[He continues to watch the younger X'rhun, thinking of how cruel it can be for one to look upon their own memories in this manner. In great, stark and shining detail, not a moment lost to the haziness of time. There are moments in which Ardyn finds himself lost in his own mind, delving through memories of the past as if they were things to leaf through, to remind him of all that had been lost, and fresh fuel for his anger.

But if he were ever to see them like this? He does wonder how well he would take to it -- if at all.

But he is not the subject today. It is his companion's, and his eyes continue to follow the figure of the other. He gestures out in his direction, idly.]

A homeland ravaged by war is most unflattering, indeed. I shall not hold it against yours. [A beat.] You seem rather calm, watching all of this unfold again.