[He knows, of course, that there's a chance that Zain is lying, despite his mind having to sort through all the pain in order to even form words. After all, the man had mentioned 'true loyalty' just a moment before, and he wonders if such a concept holds up even under the sensation of a blade through the palm.
Still, there was no way to confirm it in this moment; better that he's garnered information to be taken with a grain of salt, rather than none at all.
Finally, Ardyn lurches the glaive out of Zain's hand with a little twist.]
Do hope for your sake that you're speaking the truth. One would hate to imagine the sort of pain that awaits, should you be weaving nothing but lies to me.
[Because once all is said and done, he obviously has zero intention of letting Zain go free. To be taken prisoner, and probably questioned all the more by others, is undoubtedly engraved in his future, he thinks.]
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Still, there was no way to confirm it in this moment; better that he's garnered information to be taken with a grain of salt, rather than none at all.
Finally, Ardyn lurches the glaive out of Zain's hand with a little twist.]
Do hope for your sake that you're speaking the truth. One would hate to imagine the sort of pain that awaits, should you be weaving nothing but lies to me.
[Because once all is said and done, he obviously has zero intention of letting Zain go free. To be taken prisoner, and probably questioned all the more by others, is undoubtedly engraved in his future, he thinks.]