[Perhaps it’s a bit of both. Wanting to see if X’rhun is still keen on towing that belief, that Ardyn might be better than what fate dictates him to be. So seems to be the case, which is a shame — the prophecy back home, those invisible chains still clasped around his wrists, are made heavier now in their new transition to this world. The revelation that their own homes are not destroyed having forged them of stronger steel.]

You pretend to know the boy, and you do not. He is given to inaction, to languor, and insipid ennui. He does not act towards uncertain means unless he is pushed; otherwise, he would’ve saved me such effort to keep him motivated back on our star.

[Titan. Lunafreya’s death. The capture of Prompto. Zegnautus Keep. Even his acceptance by the Crystal was one Noctis fought against, futilely.]

What will he do with only time? Time is something one rests their laurels upon, to grow lazy and indolent, and content in their situation. No, he needs conflict to grow. He needs to remember that there is an entire world suffocating in darkness awaiting him. Not the friends he makes here, coddling away his hurts. Not the jobs he undertakes, stuffed to the brim with goals that are fitting for a boy, not a King. Nor the borrowed designs of others, courtesy of Morningstar. None of that matters.

Should he plant roots here? May they wither and die. I will uproot them for him.