[Here's where, often, Junpei would start to say something about the case, about what they saw, to try to put the pieces together. But it's not the time, is it? And the mystery's already long-solved. They were all always already dead, and no puzzle can change their fate.
He watches his dad a moment longer, then admits, somewhat unsure:]
She was... younger than I thought she'd be. The way she acted. More like someone my age than I expected.
[Funny, really, how a political marriage made up as an excuse to get Noctis away from Insomnia could have actually ended up meaning something. Funny, how so much of their circumstances had been tangled in an immortal puppetmaster's strings--from a little clockwork soldier to an Oracle to even a king.]
[Funny, and yet Ardyn wasn't laughing about it all anymore.]
She always did seem the emotional type. Nothing at all like her brother.
No, no it isn't. And there's...something I've not told anyone. Before I do, I should explain one thing--as the Oracle, Lunafreya had the same healing power as myself without the...obvious drawback.
[Ardyn glanced off to the side, hesitant to say even that much.]
That was half the reason I killed her; in healing the Starscourge she was holding back an eternal night. But when I did, she- [For just a second his voice broke off, like even confessing to what had happened before Lunafreya died was some insurmountable task somehow.] ...That healing power activated, and I think she must have begun to realize what I was. I had just stabbed her, yet she looked directly at me with a smile and-
[That time his voice cracked, Ardyn putting his head in his hands and staring at the table. Why had things ever come to this and gone that far? Why did Lunafreya and Prompto of all people have to die while Ardyn survived when no one deserved or wanted it less? He took a slow, shaking breath and forced out the words that had repeated themselves over and over in his mind since the day he'd remembered them.]
'When the prophecy is fulfilled...all in thrall to darkness shall know peace.' That was the last thing she said to me.
It won't be possible to convince her of that, I'm certain. But I think that I would still like to talk to her, even if just to apologize for everything I was back then.
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[Here's where, often, Junpei would start to say something about the case, about what they saw, to try to put the pieces together. But it's not the time, is it? And the mystery's already long-solved. They were all always already dead, and no puzzle can change their fate.
He watches his dad a moment longer, then admits, somewhat unsure:]
She was... younger than I thought she'd be. The way she acted. More like someone my age than I expected.
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[what with the dead mother and all, thanks niflheim.]
Even had she not, the burden of a world's protection tends to force some to mature rather swiftly.
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[So says the living proof. Junpei's not going to argue with that.]
But she still... got sentimental over a wedding dress. I guess, no matter what, some things don't change.
[In every history, there's a child dreaming of wearing a ring on her left hand.]
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[Funny, really, how a political marriage made up as an excuse to get Noctis away from Insomnia could have actually ended up meaning something. Funny, how so much of their circumstances had been tangled in an immortal puppetmaster's strings--from a little clockwork soldier to an Oracle to even a king.]
[Funny, and yet Ardyn wasn't laughing about it all anymore.]
She always did seem the emotional type. Nothing at all like her brother.
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Is she the older or younger one?
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It's always the little sister.
[He's quiet again, though this time it's to think, not just to wait.]
It sounded like she wanted to talk to you.
[Instead of, you know. Shooting him right in the face.]
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[Ardyn turned quiet himself, staring distantly at his right arm as if something about it was bothering him.]
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[Junpei will throw down with the Oracle if Ardyn doesn't want to see her, he's not afraid, what's she gonna do, pray for him real hard?]
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[His right hand curled into a losse fist before relaxing, like Ardyn was making sure it still worked before folding his arms.]
I owe her an apology, if nothing else. Both of them, but...particularly her.
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[Junpei has not forgotten soft boy was not talked out of shooting his dad in the leg. He does not forget. He does not forgive.]
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[Which was code for 'are fucking haunting me every day of my life'.]
So I think I'd like to try again, if she would allow it.
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[Has he even taken that free punch yet?]
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Have you ever heard of someone showing their own murderer sympathy?
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It's, uh, not typical.
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[Ardyn glanced off to the side, hesitant to say even that much.]
That was half the reason I killed her; in healing the Starscourge she was holding back an eternal night. But when I did, she- [For just a second his voice broke off, like even confessing to what had happened before Lunafreya died was some insurmountable task somehow.] ...That healing power activated, and I think she must have begun to realize what I was. I had just stabbed her, yet she looked directly at me with a smile and-
[That time his voice cracked, Ardyn putting his head in his hands and staring at the table. Why had things ever come to this and gone that far? Why did Lunafreya and Prompto of all people have to die while Ardyn survived when no one deserved or wanted it less? He took a slow, shaking breath and forced out the words that had repeated themselves over and over in his mind since the day he'd remembered them.]
'When the prophecy is fulfilled...all in thrall to darkness shall know peace.' That was the last thing she said to me.
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She sounds fucking insane.
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So yes. 'Fucking insanity' comes with the territory of being a healer like that.
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[Teach Lunafreya Nox Fleuret to flip off the gods and walk backwards into hell, Dad.]
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