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ardyn izunia.

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[verflair]

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.

[daemonized]

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.

[verflair]

[ 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.

[daemonized]

[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.

[verflair]

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.

[daemonized]

[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.

[verflair]

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.