[A part of him wonders why he guides Prompto down this path, why he’s bothering with this conversation at all. But the other has already seen so much — beyond just what exists in this memory. For nearly a year, the two of them have been the only constants from their home, their interactions not always pleasant, but existing all the same. Prompto is one of the few that as edged closer to understanding what sort of jagged pieces make up Ardyn Izunia. It is a precarious spot to be in.

He wonders if he could end this memory right now. If he could make it all fade away, and they could wake up from whatever horrid daydreaming monstrosity this all is, steeped in the sentiment of the past.

Even so, he speaks again.]

Then what else? If not revenge against gods and family, then what else drives a man who has lived for too long, to incite the wrath of the prophecy?