"Yeah...wonder if we might be able to just ask it." You know, instead of having to engage Ardyn in conversation.
Noctis takes the bowl and is abruptly reminded of how hungry he is, but he knows he's got to take it slow, so he does his best. The thick stock goes down easily and its warmth feels good. The meat he ends up breaking into slightly smaller pieces with his spoon, but as long as he chews enough, that ends up fine too. ...whatever vegetables are in that bowl, he just sort of...pushes aside. "Mm. It is good. Thank Squall for me."
His brow furrows at the question and he takes a moment to answer, taking another spoonful of stew in the meantime. "I'm..." Fine, is what he would have said to most people. "...not sure how to feel," he admits. "Every other time I've run into him here, he seemed mostly the same as always. More tired, maybe. This was...he was like a completely different person, except...even in the clover, I was still me. So that's gotta mean somewhere deep down, there's more to Ardyn than I thought."
He eats his stew for another minute or so, before he says, "...I hate him, Nyx. I do. Or...I thought I did. I hate the guy back home who's ruined so many lives, who took everything from us. But I can't shake the feeling that the Ardyn here is different, somehow. He's been through ten extra years, he fought the me who actually became the Chosen King and he lost. He finally died, after two thousand years. That's...gotta do something to a person, right?"
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Noctis takes the bowl and is abruptly reminded of how hungry he is, but he knows he's got to take it slow, so he does his best. The thick stock goes down easily and its warmth feels good. The meat he ends up breaking into slightly smaller pieces with his spoon, but as long as he chews enough, that ends up fine too. ...whatever vegetables are in that bowl, he just sort of...pushes aside. "Mm. It is good. Thank Squall for me."
His brow furrows at the question and he takes a moment to answer, taking another spoonful of stew in the meantime. "I'm..." Fine, is what he would have said to most people. "...not sure how to feel," he admits. "Every other time I've run into him here, he seemed mostly the same as always. More tired, maybe. This was...he was like a completely different person, except...even in the clover, I was still me. So that's gotta mean somewhere deep down, there's more to Ardyn than I thought."
He eats his stew for another minute or so, before he says, "...I hate him, Nyx. I do. Or...I thought I did. I hate the guy back home who's ruined so many lives, who took everything from us. But I can't shake the feeling that the Ardyn here is different, somehow. He's been through ten extra years, he fought the me who actually became the Chosen King and he lost. He finally died, after two thousand years. That's...gotta do something to a person, right?"