[Those same moments were ten years departed for Ardyn, but for as long as he's lived, they might as well have been a drop in the bucket. And yet at the same time, all of it was still raw to him, in a way he doesn't allow to show except to the most observant. He feels loss prevalently, as well, just like Prompto -- but of a different degree, of a different kind. The loss of having everything you crafted with your own hands crumbling into dust, all of his machinations dying in mere moments.
He hates it.]
Aren't we all expected to work together? You'd not shun the responsibilities cast onto us just because of a little misudnerstanding in the past, would you?
[(Prompto is right to be wary. Ardyn would plunge that knife into someone's back at the first opportunity, especially if this mood lasts. The metaphor is an apt one.)]
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all of it was still raw to him, in a way he doesn't allow to show except to the most observant. He feels loss prevalently, as well, just like Prompto -- but of a different degree, of a different kind. The loss of having everything you crafted with your own hands crumbling into dust, all of his machinations dying in mere moments.
He hates it.]
Aren't we all expected to work together? You'd not shun the responsibilities cast onto us just because of a little misudnerstanding in the past, would you?
[(Prompto is right to be wary. Ardyn would plunge that knife into someone's back at the first opportunity, especially if this mood lasts. The metaphor is an apt one.)]