[Even as the hit knocks the energy out of Zain, Ardyn does not release his grip. It loosens, but only a mite, the words making the smile on his face falter for an ephemeral moment. But then it twitches back into its usual shape, sharpness and sardonicism, as he leans in.]
And what is it you pretend to know about me, hm?
[Zain knew his name, but any amount of preparation and research could’ve provided him with that. And this? This might only be a curse set upon him, merely for startling the man with his black blood, or getting the best of him in a chase.
Even so. You'll never know peace. As if he needed to be told something he already knew.]
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And what is it you pretend to know about me, hm?
[Zain knew his name, but any amount of preparation and research could’ve provided him with that. And this? This might only be a curse set upon him, merely for startling the man with his black blood, or getting the best of him in a chase.
Even so. You'll never know peace. As if he needed to be told something he already knew.]