Indeed so. [He adjusts the scarf around his neck, all idle gestures in the face of something that should be a tense reunion. But perhaps Ardyn knows treating this as a serious conversation would be far too unlike him, the Chancellor that had always been aloof, difficult to read, an eccentric during his time aligned with Niflheim.

Not that any of that mattered now.]

Strange, isn't it? How time does not align for any of us, even in our own memories; the incoming Storm that would destroy our star, remembered years apart. But the one constant between us all.

[A huff.]

But let's see... allow me a guess. Are the horrid events of Altissia is your last recollection?

[He calls them horrid, and yet he had a hand in them. What a jerk.]