[It was forthcoming, but the deepest, most painful truths lay hidden. That is how Ardyn would prefer it, always.

But one thing is obvious: at this point, X'rhun knows more than Prompto, though he thinks that's not saying much, for Ardyn always kept everyone in the dark until it was convenient for him.]

A truth for a truth. It is only fair that if Prompto tells you what he knows, that I do the same. Now you may let it coalesce together in your mind, so that you can come to the same conclusion -- that it will be impossible for you to overlook the lives that I took, the way the world writhed and slowly died in the dark, regardless of what pity you might feel. Keep it to yourself, X'rhun. I have no need for it.

[But the other man's words imply more explanation, and Ardyn deigns to give it.] Much of my time spent in Eos was that of a wanderer. Biding my time. I only joined Niflheim once I knew the chosen king was soon to be born.

[Easy to judge, when the state of the Starscourge could be measured with a thought. How it grew and desperately wanted to rise up, to fulfill what it existed to do.]

So yes, I waited. And now, I still wait. He sleeps in a pod, high above our heads now. Prompto's friend, you see.