[The shoulder shove connects, causing Ardyn to hiss out in frustration as he's pushed back. He's not knocked down, but it's enough to put space between them. Breathing room for the two Lucis Caelums, staring each other down -- one radiating a bitterness mangled by circumstance, the one whose magic flickers red as he dismisses his sword, replacing it with a greatsword instead.]
I'm not talking about that. [Spat out like it might as well be venom. All of his frustrations, unravelling at his feet, come to life in this act of violence. Fingers tightened around his newly-summoned weapon, knuckles white. It seems too big to carry, and yet Ardyn seems confident that he'll be able to lift and swing it in Noctis' direction when he's so inclined again.
There's something cold in his eyes, almost enough to overshadow something that appears troubled.]
Lunafreya was before all of that. Years before. I'm talking about me and you, Noctis.
[He lifts a chin at him.]
Your ascension as the Chosen King, and the task that had been set before you. That eternal night, wrought with daemons. Don't tell me all of that still escapes you.
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I'm not talking about that. [Spat out like it might as well be venom. All of his frustrations, unravelling at his feet, come to life in this act of violence. Fingers tightened around his newly-summoned weapon, knuckles white. It seems too big to carry, and yet Ardyn seems confident that he'll be able to lift and swing it in Noctis' direction when he's so inclined again.
There's something cold in his eyes, almost enough to overshadow something that appears troubled.]
Lunafreya was before all of that. Years before. I'm talking about me and you, Noctis.
[He lifts a chin at him.]
Your ascension as the Chosen King, and the task that had been set before you. That eternal night, wrought with daemons. Don't tell me all of that still escapes you.