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[daemonized]

ardyn izunia.

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[daemonized]

[He walks for a moment after listening to her, a small crowd moving past in the opposite direction. His lips twist into something that at least resembles a smile, though it is thin and not fully realized, weighted instead with him considering his response.]

Well. I admit it is a curiosity to see how you may handle it — any differently than I, perhaps with more grace? Or less? How long before it becomes too much, or shall it just become a baseline for you, since you’re not going to harbor more of it?

[Thousands of years ago, he had pushed through it all. The pain, the nightmares, the way his insides felt changed from the core, the way he could feel his humanity being leeched from his soul. All for the sake of others, and he had suffered so much for it. A small part of himself — the part that harbors that awful thing called regret — wonders if he had just been foolish. If she will possess more sense than that other him and choose to let go of the darkness, because she could, if she wanted to. He never got that choice.

But in the end, it’s fallacy. She is stubborn, and her motivations are different. She is wanting to understand him, but she is lacking the foundation of why he chose to become a healer in the first place — to aid others. It will never be the same, and it wasn’t the pain of the Starscourge that truly rent him in two. It was the betrayal that came afterwards, the rejection of the gods, the way his family cast him aside, tried to execute him after all he did—]

Your self-imposed quest to understand the kind of man I am will just prove detrimental to you, in the end. Do you intend to carry it with you for thousands of years?

[originallutece]

Ask me in a thousand years.

[See? She can be flippant too. But much like her so-called husband, though her words are sarcastic, there's something serious buried beneath it all.]

It would be a great deal easier on the two of us if you'd actually talk to me and answer questions in a straightforward manner. As it is, I have to resort to using what methods I can. Tricking stories out of you and following up on vague hints is only the start.

[daemonized]

I think you're still sore about losing that bet of ours, and thus your opportunity for honesty between us has flown out the proverbial window, hm?

[Yes, the flippancy does not leave.]

i cant believe you're using that icon on me how dare you

[originallutece]

[Yes, if the way her mouth tightens is any indication.]

Until we have another bet, anyway. I can't imagine we won't; your victory was too sweet to pass up another opportunity.

that is literally everyone's reaction to that icon and i regret nothing

[daemonized]

Oh, you're right about that.

[At least he admits to it truthfully enough.]

Perhaps we'll involve Prompto again a second time.

IT'S A RUDE ICON

[originallutece]

No.

[She says that firmly enough. For Prompto's sake or her own? Who knows.]

Our next bet will be between ourselves only. A measure of our own abilities or wills or what have you.