[There's something vicious and hungry in him, something that wants to keep going, just continue slamming his fist into the man's face until there's nothing left of it. But there's rules, there's reasons not to murder him, even if he's reaching for a blade before he realizes he's even doing it.

He turns abruptly on his heel, slings the knife across the hall and warps to it, crashing into the wall and slamming his fist into it. It's the only thing he can do to stop himself from trying to tear Ardyn limb from limb.]

Maybe you didn't do it directly but you pulled all the strings. You're lying to yourself if you say it's anything less than entirely your fault.

[And then he's wrench the blade out of the wall and throwing it down the hall, warping away from Ardyn before he does something that will get him in even more trouble.]