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[daemonized]

"The blaze, the splendor, and the symmetry,
I cannot see but darkness, death, and darkness."
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[daemonized]

[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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Gh--!

[ The greatsword makes a large impact as it strikes down again, The Sword of the Father is tough enough to withstand. But Noctis' arms are sore and screaming. He grits his teeth as he's forced back a ways, body bending backwards.

Normally, memories come in short, fast flashes. And perhaps one, maybe two at a time. Never has he experienced so many reminders at once, and each one makes him sicker than the last. Over the span of time in Recolle, one memory has horrified him to no end. They Crystal, being dragged in and swallowed whole.

Ardyn watching him.

The connection had never been made until today, but with what occurs before him, it isn't surprising. Noctis feels his throat constrict, his insides churn. Ardyn urges him to remember more about the following perpetual night, of... Something...

Providence.

The word pangs at his skull and makes his eyes burn. There's a flash in Noctis' gaze that suggests another light bulb being lit. Noctis' grip slips, causing the blade to tilt. The prince falls to his knees, still trying to keep Ardyn's greatsword from falling down upon him. ]

Stop!

[ His voice cracks. The memories have horrified him for ages now, and having them all forced into him one after another starts to hurt. Knowing that he's a part of this larger, horrific purpose, that he'll lose his friends and die alone...

A means to an end. There's a notable change in his disposition when that conclusion is drawn. That's all he is. ]