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ARDYN IZUNIA

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Believe me when I say you have most of the details already. I have no idea who this prophet was or what he preached (although I can say I despised him). And I have no idea why she was so convinced. But . . .

It wasn't my child. I'm certain of that (not only through my own feelings, but because one of my retorts to her was that her husband was sterile). And yet there was something . . . I looked at her pityingly, almost, but without any warmth. As though she was too stupid to understand something obvious.

(Majima. The one who owns the host club).

And what was your association with a man who would call himself a prophet? The religious undertones are obvious, but this other you was a woman of science.

And /was/ she a stupid woman?

[That sounds like a cruel question, but. Well, Ardyn does trust her judgment on this much.]

(I bet he was thoroughly confused.)

I don't know. I don't know why I knew him, but I did, and very well. And yet . . .

[No, wait. She wants to devote time to that thought, so best save it for later.]

She was. Not merely in intelligence, but she refused to accept my logic as truth, because she didn't want to concede that she was wrong. I have no idea why she was so set on my being the mother.

And yet?

[But don't leave him hanging???]

Willful ignorance. Stubbornness. Distrustful of her partner. All of the above? Either way, an unfortunate annoyance for you all around.

[let her be mysterious!! no j/k it's elaboration time]

When you were telling me about Prompto . . . that memory you had with him, talking to him at the caravan, and you felt that sense of-- I think you said "indifference and disdain". That's how I felt about her. Like she wasn't simply an annoyance, but beneath me.

I've never felt that amount of loathing for anyone, either, and yet I remember feeling it towards that preacher. As though I could watch him die and not just feel passive, but actively enjoy it. And yet I knew him well enough that such an accusation was lobbed my way. I knew him enough to know he was sterile, for god's sake.

And neither of those emotions registered to her as things she wished she didn't feel, if that makes sense. She nearly reveled in the first emotion.

[There's a pause before she gets a response. Because yes, while there were differences, this runs awfully parallel to what he had experienced in his own memories.]

I can only tell you what others have told me. That maybe she deserved that disdain, and maybe he deserved the loathing. If you were close to him in some way, then I assume you would know his personality well enough to feel justified in feeling these emotions.

[Maybe.]

In any case, it's difficult to know without the full tale to unravel.

True.

[Certainly that's true. And yet doubt grips her heart, because those emotions had felt good. Alarmingly so, in fact, which is part of the reason she'd texted him in the first place. And god, but has she ever sounded so cold? So uncaring? She's not precisely an overly empathetic person, but good god, her voice had been so utterly detached.]

And then again, perhaps neither of them did. It's as much a possibility as the opposite, and one I ought to consider.

That's true as well.

[And so, the usual question.]

Are you worried about it?

I'm more worried that I'm not worried, frankly.

It seems like the kind of thing to give a person pause, and yet I'm not bothered by the thought of either outcome.

Because you're confident that this won't affect you in the here and now?

Because to be someone like her doesn't seem such a bad thing.

Or rather: it does in words. Who on earth would wish to be that cold and indifferent? But I don't feel anything close to anxiety or apprehension.

Ah, if only I had the same confidence as you, Rosalind. How envious I might be.

[It's only half a joke.]

I suppose there's no point in losing sleep over such a thing yet. Wait for another memory or two, and judge if her feelings were justified then.

Sensible as always.

[Especially when it comes to things like this. Rosalind pauses for a long few moments, then adds more glibly:]

Really, the most ridiculous thing of it all is that someone out there actually thinks I'm the sort of person to have an affair and illicit child.

Maybe the other you was more scandalous than you think? Imagine that.

[He's being glib, too. While not out of the realm os possibility, he wants to say it's not... likely?]

Clearly. Who knows: perhaps she was just as dramatic as you tend to be.

Oh, I doubt that. According to what many say, there are very few who can clear that bar.

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