[ Despite how weary he had seemed when he first opened the door, X’rhun listens now with rapt attention, blue eyes locked on Ardyn as he tells his tale.

He once drew similarities between Ardyn and Arya, the pupil that still lays asleep on the Natha’s station. The girl with the blood of a voidsent in her veins. At the time, he hadn’t known just how on the nose that comparison was, but where Arya was able to break free of the shackles of her fate, Ardyn is a prisoner to it still. He wonders, if there had been but one soul to reach out to Ardyn, to care, would the story have been rewritten?

It’s useless, wondering about that now when this tale has been thousands of years in the telling already. ]

I did not expect you to be so forthright, actually. So, thank you.

[ It throws some things into perspective. The long and dark history of Ardyn Izunia is much darker and longer than he can truly fathom. It’s more than even Prompto probably knows. ]

I imagine, then, you spent your very long life waiting for this “true king”, and for the prophecy to come to pass. I also imagine this time wasn’t spent idly.