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Your world seems to treat the one family line very particularly.

[ It’s just a mild observation. He himself knows someone touched by destiny, it is not so far-fetched to believe that there is an entire bloodline similarly touched. ]

I assume the living member of that family line would similarly have to be worthy to wield such power, yes?

Quite so.

[To both of those statements. But Ardyn continues the conversation along the second point.]

And Astrals forbid those who aren’t of the family line and try to wear the ring. The last man who used its power lost his sight. The one before that? Turned to dust. Another lost his arm.

Gods.

[ X’rhun frowns. On the one hand, he supposes it’s a good way to deter someone from using such power for ill, but on the other, how very terrifying. ]

Does this ring play a part in your own tale? Aside from its place as a family heirloom, I mean.

Noctis wore the ring, a symbol of his readiness to take on the mantle of king. And that that entails, for him.

[The adherence to the prophecy, he means.]

It simply took a bit of... encouragement. But later -- or what had been planned for later -- the ring will summon the kings of old. They will take Noctis' life so that he might pass into the afterlife, and end the existence of my soul with completely finality.

[ That is entirely new information, and X’rhun cannot help the surprise that crosses his face. All this talk of destiny and prophecy, he had not realized that Noctis would ultimately have to give up his life at the end of it all. He wonders if the boy knows that, if his friends know that, and what a terrible burden that must be to bear if they do. ]

His life for the world, then? What a terrible fate. It is enough to make me wish that things could be different, for the both of you.

Oh, but it is different now, isn't it?

[Though he knows that's not what X'rhun quite meant. Still, his point is no less accurate.]

He need no longer give his life, and I shall not die. Let us thank the Storm for that much.

That’s not what I meant.

[ His brow furrows. Ardyn is flippant as ever about the whole thing, but X’rhun truly wishes his friend were not in a position to seek the end of his life so. ]

Besides, it bothers you that you did not get the chance to finish what you started, does it not?

[Flippant and dismissive as Ardyn is, X'rhun should well know the answer to that.]

Thousands of years, existing with only one goal in mind. You would be bothered to have it all unravel at the last moment too, wouldn't you?

Aye, I suppose it would.

[ But, like he said before, it is nice to hear these things from Ardyn's mouth rather than relying on his own guesswork. ]

Is there aught else to see on this tour of yours?

A few more that should be dead, but decidedly are not. Does such a thing continue to spark your interest?

I suppose when one dies an returns to life oneself, the notion does lose a bit of its luster. Besides, I could take you on such a tour of people from Hydaelyn.

If there is naught you feel I should see, then I am content to be done.

There is always more to share; each individual that I know of, after all, has a story to tell. Or a story for me to tell for them.

[And that wouldn't be biased at all, of course!]

It is your turn to show, if you feel so inclined. I won't lie and say that I'm not curious.

[ Oh yes, Ardyn is the most impartial of narrators. ]

There is but one other I would like you to see. Follow me.

[ X'rhun turns to head back down the rows of pods, trusting that Ardyn will follow. He leads the way back to the general area where Arya lay sleeping, though the tube where X'rhun ultimately stops is a good distance away. Admittedly, with the ice frosting over the glass, it is difficult to make out the figure inside, but X'rhun would know them no matter what. ]

Your world is not the only one with those that are favored. This is the Warrior of Light.

[Ardyn follows, strung along by curiosity. He stops when X'rhun does, looking in the indicated of a tube where one can make out the shape of a figure.]

Warrior of Light? [An upturn of the lips at that indicate something wry, just barely holding back a scoff.] What a title. I'm sure we would've gotten along splendidly.

Oh, I’m most certain you would not have.

[ He says it with a grin. Granted, he knows that Eorzea’s champion may well have seen in Ardyn what X’rhun sees as well, but far be it from him to jump to such conclusions or make the situation awkward. He knows better than to talk to Ardyn Izunia about things like redemption and humanity. ]

I had heard tales of their deeds long before they landed themselves in my company quite by accident. A liberator of nations, a slayer of gods. Touched by Hydaelyn Herself.

They were a simple adventurer ere any of that, however. Funny, how the pendulum of fate swings both ways.

[He listens, viewing the figure encased in the pod with a sort of... well, it isn't quite appreciation. But a sort of history and weight applied to an individual that would otherwise remain faceless and unimportant to Ardyn, he can now carve them to be something substantial in his mind. A person touched by fate, much like himself as X'rhun said.]

And yet fate is a fickle thing. How long until it all crumbles apart, those days of glory just a memory left to rot in the years past?

[someone's just a little biased maybe]

Still, a shame that such a prominent figure still isn't immune from the grip of sleep. Much like the others.

You speak as though such a thing has not already happened.

[ Their world, and the Mothercrystal, are gone. What would be left for the Warrior of Light, should they wake? Surely Hydaelyn’s gifts would not persist long after Her demise. ]

I would think they could use the nap, honestly. Toppling empires and besting primals must be tiring.

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