[ It's hard to pinpoint exactly where in lies the source of Noctis' fear. The large blade that Ardyn brandishes may be a good part of it, but something about the almost delighted laughter shakes him to his very core. Ardyn is bitter, but elated. Angry, but excited. And this is not at all the man that Noctis has come to admire and lean on over his time in Recolle.
Ardyn lifts his blade as he gathers the breath to be blunt, and Noctis is given no time at all to prepare for the sudden throw-down of the giant weapon.
His eyes widen at the answer. He... He killed Ardyn? ]
--!
[ The weapon drops down, Noctis squeezes his eyes shut when he's so sure that the impact will come upon him. But a sudden flash of blue light temporarily blinds him. In that split second, he disappears for just as long, appearing on the other side of Ardyn's target, where he instead cuts through a few desks. They shatter with a loud crack.
Noctis feels sick. When his mind catches up, he realizes he's somehow dodged the attack and appeared elsewhere. Wild eyes look down to his hands as the remaining blue glow disappears, confused and nauseous. Those words echo in his mind and he can't seem to understand why it has to come to him killing Ardyn. He has no time to dawdle, but he's stalling because the idea of fighting back is equally horrifying as what's happening right now.
He doesn't recall killing him. Noctis does recall, however, that perpetual night. Daemons and Astrals. Their names escape him, but their cause and purpose lies within him. The level of understanding, however, is completely lost on him. Noctis tries to dig deep, to really try and grasp an understanding of why he would kill Ardyn.
His processing seems to take him in different directions. Noctis only barely recalls certain memories... A letter, news of a visit from the Chancellor of Niflheim. Ceasefire. Treaty.
An engagement.
Chancellor... Ardyn Izunia. It's but a single, wooden plank on the bridge to answers, but enough to get something out of him. ]
Because you lied!
[ Nevermind the weird, sudden warp-dodge that makes no sense. Noctis feels enough of a surge to get right back in the fray. He jumps to a chair, gaining height as he hops off of it to strike downward. ]
You manipulated your way into the Crown City, destroyed it to empty the throne and steal the Crystal for the Empire--
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Ardyn lifts his blade as he gathers the breath to be blunt, and Noctis is given no time at all to prepare for the sudden throw-down of the giant weapon.
His eyes widen at the answer. He... He killed Ardyn? ]
--!
[ The weapon drops down, Noctis squeezes his eyes shut when he's so sure that the impact will come upon him. But a sudden flash of blue light temporarily blinds him. In that split second, he disappears for just as long, appearing on the other side of Ardyn's target, where he instead cuts through a few desks. They shatter with a loud crack.
Noctis feels sick. When his mind catches up, he realizes he's somehow dodged the attack and appeared elsewhere. Wild eyes look down to his hands as the remaining blue glow disappears, confused and nauseous. Those words echo in his mind and he can't seem to understand why it has to come to him killing Ardyn. He has no time to dawdle, but he's stalling because the idea of fighting back is equally horrifying as what's happening right now.
He doesn't recall killing him. Noctis does recall, however, that perpetual night. Daemons and Astrals. Their names escape him, but their cause and purpose lies within him. The level of understanding, however, is completely lost on him. Noctis tries to dig deep, to really try and grasp an understanding of why he would kill Ardyn.
His processing seems to take him in different directions. Noctis only barely recalls certain memories... A letter, news of a visit from the Chancellor of Niflheim. Ceasefire. Treaty.
An engagement.
Chancellor... Ardyn Izunia. It's but a single, wooden plank on the bridge to answers,
but enough to get something out of him. ]
Because you lied!
[ Nevermind the weird, sudden warp-dodge that makes no sense. Noctis feels enough of a surge to get right back in the fray. He jumps to a chair, gaining height as he hops off of it to strike downward. ]
You manipulated your way into the Crown City, destroyed it to empty the throne and steal the Crystal for the Empire--
Killed the Oracle!
[ It's starting to come back. ]