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[daemonized]

ardyn izunia.

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[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.