[There's nothing fair about it, really, and Ardyn would agree with her regarding that; perhaps for reasons completely different than what's going through her mind. Ardyn, on the other hand, finds this second chance one that he never asked for — a detachment from the Prophecy made to put an end to the dark, an end to his long and restless existence. It was a goal of his, the motivation at his back that kept pushing him through the years. And with the destruction of Eos, all of that has so neatly slipped through his fingers. End goals, simply ceasing to exist.

But Ardyn is the sort to keep that much bitterness buried, hard to see unless one knows him well enough. Perhaps Lunafreya already has an inkling of it, the way she pitied him enough to try to heal him, during Altissia.

Still, Ardyn merely looks at her, raising a brow.]

Well. You’re one of the few who have actually had the sense to ask me that when they first awaken.

[Points in her favor, that, however little it means.]

The last I remember is something you will not recall, I guarantee you. [Because she was kind of, uh, dead.] I called down the Infernian himself, upon the steps of the Citadel.