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[fessus]

[ Expectedly his mouth opens to answer, cut off so quickly by his relative. Even in answering his questions he manages to keep himself as irksome as possible. ]

Good. There wouldn't be any point in me asking you anything without making sure of that first, anyway... and it wouldn't be an accusation. I know you told me the truth before.

[ Under the influence of that drug, the only way he could trust him. ]

I want to talk to you about the Astrals.

[daemonized]

[Oh, his favorite subject.

Something tightens in his jawline, but maybe it’s just the way his smile presses against everything else.]

Do you? What of them, exactly?

[fessus]

[ Another dart of his gaze over, then away. ]

I haven't interacted with them much. Hard to, when they speak another language...

But you have. You know more about them than I do.

[daemonized]

[Moments pass, Ardyn saying nothing, letting the ambient noise of the city fill the void. It isn’t that he doesn’t know where to begin, it’s that there is too much to say on the matter, too much dread acridity that scrapes across the underside of his skin like sandpaper at the very thought of the subject at hand.

If Noctis were to touch him, he would feel that flashfire of hatred, flaring up and snapping angrily as if it possessed teeth. Thankfully, space remains between them — if barely.

And his reply, schooled as ever, only just allows the reverberation discontent to pass through, shadowed under the usual lilt.]

You’ll have to be more specific than that. I could tell you the things you already know, their hand in creating Eos, their role to watch over the land, Bahamut’s blessing of light to the Lucis Caelum family. [The lot of them, puppets on strings.] But I imagine it’s not the Cosmogony that you want regurgitated back at you.