I know your... state of being, your affliction, is not natural, like... like what wracks the heart of Ysverai. Preserved too long, doomed to be twisted into a purpose it never wanted. Maybe you should have remained dead once, too.

[ Zain cannot possibly know of anything before Ardyn's arrival, but in defeat, he still carries a sharp insight. The man unsettles him in a similar manner that the future does, and so he applies his inexplicable advantage to what is familiar. ]

The people that rule these lands sit in their ivory towers, believing that your meteor showers have been blessings of Thesa, that you are the divine intervention that will bring enlightenment to these our people. But I know... I know the pedestal you sit, like Mad Nithor's, is a throne of lies.

[ There's a sort of resignation in his tone, now that he's bested. He knows not if Ardyn will keep his word, spare his life, but it's abundantly clear that he never had a chance to get away from the start. He must speak freely lest he not speak again. ]

You are a bad omen, intervening with the natural order of this world. It is your presence that drives Raysc to drastic measures, and it'll kill us all.