[Hope is forever a fleeting thing where Ardyn is concerned. Easier to let it die on the vine than allow it to flourish. Even as he holds the promise from the Orbiters somewhere deep in the pit of his chest, he barely allows it to breathe or surface long enough to let anyone else know.]

And did you not just say that the technology here is limited?

[A gesture of his hand, dismissive.]

A professional is often only as useful as the tools available to them. Eos was far more technologically advanced than anything present here, as well. If anything else, doctor, we've moved several steps backwards where a cure for impossibly stubborn afflictions are concerned.