[Ardyn shifts his weight, running a hand through perpetually mussed hair. The grin does not leave his face, and is unlikely to do so.]

You would be surprised how many, in the past, have neglected to ask me a similar question. They are often too busy glowering at me to think to use even the smallest mote of reasoning. Can you imagine that?

[Wow why would anyone have an issue with him at all]

Ten years. I wonder if that means anything at all to you.

[As in, he had spoken with Noctis -- had Lunafreya done the same? To know that the boy is now ten years older, that the world is ten years more stagnant and ailing under the darkness? Well, was, at any rate.]