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Just answer the damned question.

[Come on, it was funny.]

Oh, fine. I've tried a few mundane items around the house. Small things, more pens, sheafs of paper, a coffee mug. So far it all works the same way.

Nothing hurts? The pens don't jab you, nothing like that?

Not at all. I never felt anything close to pain, Rosalind, even when I was still struggling with these powers. Only annoyance that they were /there/, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Well, then.

It's time to experiment with what we can do, isn't it? Are you home?

[Uh oh. Here we go again. Ardyn should not at all be the least bit surprised.]

Yes. But what kind of experiments did you have in mind, exactly?

Terrible ones. I'm planning on removing a hand and seeing if not only you can heal it, but also dematerialize it.

[See? She can make jokes too.]

Size, Ardyn. Size and emotional attachment. Do you want anything while I'm on my way over?

And why is everyone slowly turning into a mad scientist these days? I must've missed the memo.

[But the joke does not go under appreciated, make no mistake of that.]

Size and emotional attachment. Very well. Speaking of size, a venti cafe mocha will do.

Yes, all right.

[It's about half an hour later that she comes by, carefully carrying up his mocha and some tea for herself, along with a large bag hooked over one shoulder. She's also, unusually, wearing a necklace. It's a sapphire, carefully cut and inlaid into a gold case, hanging on a gold chain. It's obviously expensive and clearly well-loved, if how brightly it shines is any indication.]

Open up, please, it's me.

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[And so he does, opening the door and letting her in. As usual, they make their route to the living room, taking his mocha sometime in the interim.]

Thank you for being so generous, Rosalind.

[That necklace also hasn't gone unnoticed, though Ardyn will just assume it has something to do with the experiments she wishes to perform. A strategic sip of his drink goes here, looking at her over the brim of his cup.]

Experiments, then. Where shall we start?

With this.

[Setting her drink down, Rosalind's fingers hesitates for just a moment before she reaches behind her, unclasping the necklace. Gathering it in the palm of her hand, she holds it out towards him-- though her fingers are half-curled, suggesting she isn't quite ready for him to take it just yet.]

You took Prompto's cap, and spent, what, nearly a week feeling guilty over it? I wonder if that affected your ability to bring it back. You said you needed confidence to draw the items out, but what if the pressure was truly on?

So try it with this. Something-- something similarly emotionally significant. Something I love dearly, and one of the few items I've brought with me from home. Something that has extreme emotional value to me, that I'd be very upset if you lost . . . let's see if you can make it appear and disappear with no trouble at all.

[(Here's the truth: that necklace is from home, but it doesn't hold half the emotional significance Rosalind says it does. She's fond of it, but she's fond of it because it's pretty and she'd gotten it for graduating university. If it's lost for good, she won't be all that upset. But that doesn't make for a very good experiment, and so here they are).]

[jesus christ

He pauses in something that can't be mistaken as anything other than hesitation. Ardyn in general is a relatively confident man, not so easily perturbed by much, but when it comes to experimenting with what he believes to be an item of high sentimental and emotional value, how can he not appear a little dubious about it?

Another sip of his mocha. He pointedly does not take the necklace.

And then:]

Maybe we shouldn't.

[MAYBE HE DOESN'T NEED THE GUILT FROM POTENTIALLY LOSING IT THE VOID]

Best you do it now with a necklace, before you whisk away something utterly vital and need to get it back. Heaven forbid you accidentally remove something like an Epipen and panic.

[She has a point, but Ardyn still seems very hesitant to go about doing this.]

And if I can't bring your necklace back? What then?

Then I'll be out a necklace.

[She is fond of him, though, and so adds:]

My mother isn't dead, Ardyn; this isn't some keepsake through which I remember her. I'll learn to live with the loss.

[He pauses again, and a good several seconds pass before he takes the necklace from her. He holds it rather carefully in his hands, regardless of the fact that he's about to make it disappear into nothingness. He'll set his drink down nearby.]

Are you sure you want to attempt this? We can always find something still valuable, but slightly less so.

[At the very least, this proves he's sweet. And that he feels the pressure of the experiment, so it's working out.]

I know what I chose, Ardyn.

[He straightens, exhaling.]

Very well.

[No more hesitation, then. He knows Rosalind well enough to realize she won't let this go, and so-

Ardyn just barely flicks his wrist, really, and the necklace is enveloped in red light, which crystallizes into tiny shards and completely disappears. Just like that. Little to no fanfare to it, and it's gone.

He's frowning, NO PRESSURE.]

How long do you want it gone?

[Her eyebrows raise, and Rosalind leans forward, her eyes trained on his hand until the last glitters of light disappear completely.]

Let's call it five minutes. In the meantime . . .

[Hmm. What shall they talk about . . .]

I managed to get Prompto to sign up for one of my classes.

[Well, if they have to wait five minutes, he's not going to do it while standing around, feeling tense. He moves over to his couch, taking a seat, then grasping at his mocha once more.]

You "managed to get" him to sign up for one of your classes. [Eyebrow raise.] Why, and how badly did you twist his arm to get him to agree to it?

[She pulls a face at him as she takes the opposite end of the couch. Slipping her shoes off, she tucks her feet beneath her, settling quite comfortably there.]

He's sharp in physics. Far sharper than you'd first think, and far better than the usual crop of idiots I tend to get in my undergraduate classes. So given that, no, I didn't twist his arm, I simply--

[Her mouth twists for a moment.]

Encouraged him.

Encouraged. [Another echo of the word.]

Yes, I know he's an intelligent young man. I've had plenty of opportunities to observe this when he sits in my class. Which he may be doing less of, if he's in your class now, too. You're stealing my students away from me, Rosalind.

[(He was never really your student, Ardyn.)]

He must have impressed you in some way if you reached out to him like that?

[Get better at keeping your students interested, Rosalind's light shrug says. She's fighting off a smile, though.]

Of course he did. He asked me to check over an old test of his from high school, where he'd gotten a perfect score. I asked him if he was interested in physics, and found he was very good at it. The next time he delivered dinner to me, I had him take a pre-test, the same one I give all my students at the beginning of the semester. He got nearly every problem right.

Naturally I want him in my class.

[Well, that's fairly impressive. He didn't know Prompto was that scientifically inclined.]

I can understand why, but I hope you don't intend to turn him fully to the dark side. His one and only love is photography.

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