[As much as he wants to ignore Ardyn, ignore the logic, ignore all of it... he can't. He stops at the end of the hall, a fair distance from the redhead. If he looks at him he'll punch him again so he doesn't, doesn't dare look back over his shoulder.]
Don't.
[He's not ready for logic, not so soon and not from Ardyn's own mouth. Even if there's part of him that knows so much of this is on Drautos' shoulders... even if he has to acknowledge how deep that betrayal went.]
If you decide you want to hear from me the truth of who I am and what I've done--then you can come find me when you're prepared. I won't seek you out before then.
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Don't.
[He's not ready for logic, not so soon and not from Ardyn's own mouth. Even if there's part of him that knows so much of this is on Drautos' shoulders... even if he has to acknowledge how deep that betrayal went.]
Not yet.
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[Ardyn straightened up, hands in his pockets.]
If you decide you want to hear from me the truth of who I am and what I've done--then you can come find me when you're prepared. I won't seek you out before then.