[Ardyn doesn't step any closer. He's not in the mood to make himself seem like a predator cornering his prey, though something almost compels him to do so. But this strange compulsion is derailed by his student's mention of a girl. His mind churns, sifting back through the memories he's neatly tried to file away ever since they became a part of his life. He's tried to organize them by time and place, by emotion (ranging from happiness to sorrow to hate to bitter resignation to being so, so tired) but sometimes they mingle with each other, melding and swirling together, as if made of quicksilver. It's frustrating, those holes in the narrative disrupting the flow of the whole piece. He wishes, sometimes, that they would just all come to him in a crushing wave of memory and recognition. At least then he'd know.
He mentally searches for a girl -- a girl important enough to have meant something to Noctis, maybe. A face prominent enough to shine bright in both of their memories. Nothing rises, only a blank space where he feels something should be recalled with ease.
It's frustrating.]
A girl. [-he echoes, obviously displeased with the lack of information.] I don't know of a girl.
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He mentally searches for a girl -- a girl important enough to have meant something to Noctis, maybe. A face prominent enough to shine bright in both of their memories. Nothing rises, only a blank space where he feels something should be recalled with ease.
It's frustrating.]
A girl. [-he echoes, obviously displeased with the lack of information.] I don't know of a girl.
You'll have to explain further.
[Do it, Noctis. Help him remember.]