[There it is, he can see it flashing through his face. His eyes. The way the other's expression changes and twists, reminiscent of a memory slamming into him. It compliments the warp-dodge with a punctuation that doesn't surprise him at all, and while a desk has clattered into literal pieces because of his greatsword slamming into it, Ardyn just picks up his weapon as if it were nothing, readying it again.
He doesn't press forward to attack, not just yet. Like a fisherman (the irony in that), he's pulling and tugging at that line. Ripping out more remembrances from Noctis' head if he can, even if it's cruel, even if there's nothing gentle about it.
That's right. Now you-
[Ah, and the blade comes up to block the other's. It pushes back against him, but he just pushes forward again, making no move to attack just yet.]
-remember. What else, Noctis? Tell me. Yes, I killed her. Yes, I wanted the Crystal, but it was not for the Empire. It was to make you strong again, not like how you are now. Think.
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He doesn't press forward to attack, not just yet. Like a fisherman (the irony in that), he's pulling and tugging at that line. Ripping out more remembrances from Noctis' head if he can, even if it's cruel, even if there's nothing gentle about it.
That's right. Now you-
[Ah, and the blade comes up to block the other's. It pushes back against him, but he just pushes forward again, making no move to attack just yet.]
-remember. What else, Noctis? Tell me. Yes, I killed her. Yes, I wanted the Crystal, but it was not for the Empire. It was to make you strong again, not like how you are now. Think.