[The delay that comes after this response is even longer than the last—]
And is that supposed to mollify me? Your pity? Your understanding?
[—but there’s something darker in tone that transcends even text messages, that sets his nerves alight with how
(correct, all of it)
presumptuous Prompto is, sending him this. As if he understands, pretending to sympathize after being dealt a handful of paltry explanations, even if one had been Ardyn's own. He hates it, like it’s so simple. (It is.) Like he can cut through the hundreds of layers of grit and grime and rot that’s caked on after centuries, and hollow out the core that’s entombed within. (It sounds like he has.)]
Don’t patronize me. Only remember what I’ve done to your friends, what I’ve already done to your world, and leave it at that for now. I don’t need anything else from you.
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And is that supposed to mollify me? Your pity? Your understanding?
[—but there’s something darker in tone that transcends even text messages, that sets his nerves alight with how
(correct, all of it)
presumptuous Prompto is, sending him this. As if he understands, pretending to sympathize after being dealt a handful of paltry explanations, even if one had been Ardyn's own. He hates it, like it’s so simple. (It is.) Like he can cut through the hundreds of layers of grit and grime and rot that’s caked on after centuries, and hollow out the core that’s entombed within. (It sounds like he has.)]
Don’t patronize me. Only remember what I’ve done to your friends, what I’ve already done to your world, and leave it at that for now. I don’t need anything else from you.