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[Ardyn didn't answer right away, looking everywhere except directly at Noctis in much the way he often did when debating how much of the truth really needed to be told.]

...I will be fine. It would be a lie to say that my actions haven't had consequences lasting longer than I expected, but that is my responsibility to bear and no one else's.

Uh, we did kind of go overboard. Figure I should at least take some responsibility.

[He doesn't mind sharing if they all made collective stupid ideas, but they already went over this back when it first happened, so he doesn't like that it's still persisting. Pyra seems keen to take on a lot of the blame, too. Had they both forgotten who it is that decided to take the Fetter into his armory in the first place?]

Perhaps so. But I can't find it in me to hold it against either of you.

['Stupid shit happens' was a phrase Ardyn wasn't likely to say, but the sentiment was there somewhere.]

It was an accident, as we said, and everyone involved will be fine before long. Right?

Right. Which means you don't have to say stuff like that, and you're allowed to gripe about the fact that you're stuck with them now. Which I know you're not happy about, because you wouldn't be hiding them otherwise.

[He's haded going shirtless for 12 years for this reason, dude, he gets it.]

[The already shaky smile dropped off Ardyn's face, hand moving to his right arm.]

I....wasn't expecting it would leave a mark, that's all. I didn't think anything could, after what happened on Angelgard.

[If swords and crossbows didn't manage to leave scars anymore, it was easy to assume nothing would.]

Until I understood what it was I was contending with, I wasn't fully realizing what I was even doing. Even so, it wasn't as if I could stop and leave you like that. I have more than enough scars already, a few in addition is no terrible thing compared to knowing you lived through whatever the hell happened there.

[Ah. Yeah... yeah, that. Noctis glances down at his hand, at the circled mark of the ring and the dark veins. It's... eerie, in retrospect. How much the scars left by the ring of the Lucii, a holy artifact from the gods, looks an awful lot like Starscourge.]

It was... trying to protect me, I think. [He twists his hands together uncomfortably, fingers rubbing against the mark.] Those wounds on Pyra... I did that. The ring was...

[He grimaces, ducking his head. Why didn't he think to take it off? He only wore it on a whim today, it served no purpose. Did it really help him in the end, or just cause more damage to everyone?]

It was trying to shield me. But I can't make shields, I never could. Instead it just lashes out at whatever's trying to hurt me. Since the source of danger was inside me... [He shifts his arms closer to his chest, cradling his hand carefully.] ...I don't know. As usual, my magic doesn't know what the hell it's doing.

It's...difficult, isn't it? Realizing you hurt someone else out of instinct, self-preservation, or merely by complete accident.

[He said that quietly, staring at nothing in particular as he tried to work through his thoughts. Lashing out in self-defense was Ardyn's own worst nightmare, and he was finding it difficult to navigate the right thing to say as a result.]

[It wasn't the first time he'd drawn his own parallel between the ring and the scourge, but he hated it no less for the underlining of the point.]

...I've no doubt all three of us are blaming ourselves in some measure. We're rather terrible at doing much else, aren't we?

...Yeah. I'm... not a fan.

[Of either issue, really. He'd called it an accident, and he still does believe that for the most part, but he would rather take any blame onto his own shoulders than let either of them carry it. His choice, Ardyn's choice, Pyra's item and her choice to let him try. They'd both wanted to help someone, and she'd allowed herself to be helped. He's pretty sure she feels worse about it than he does.]

Pyra's forcing herself too much. I've told her, but can you keep an eye out for me while you're around?

I can certainly do that. I don't know that I would be of much help, but I can try.

Thanks. I don't think people call her out on it often, so she gets away with it. If she's only doing it for our sake, that's not fair.

It isn't, no. I can make some effort to see she looks after herself as well.

Any effort's better than none. I'm barely awake long enough to notice most of the time.

[He feels kind of guilty about that, but what can he do? His energy reserves are still so low even on a good day. Sugar's helping, at least...

With an annoyed exhale, he flops backwards against the pillow.]

God, I hate this. Stasis always sucks, but this is kind of a nightmare.

I wish there were more I could do to help. Would you rather I got out of your way?

No, it's probably better if I at least stay awake long enough to get my brain spinning. And to eat something.

[He'd rather be a little tired than starving; his body's going to be enough of a mess as is when this is over. Missing out on exercise and all...]

Plus, I'm not... super into the whole isolation thing. I like going out.

[He's lonely and won't say it, but don't leave him.]

...As you wish. I've certainly nowhere else to be and little in need of my attention at the moment.

[Maybe he wanted company, too. Just maybe.]

Cool. Time to monopolize it then.

[He shifts to sit up again, half to force himself awake. Though he doesn't especially want to talk about what's been on his mind, so... hmm.]

Know any ancient card games?

Hm...none I can remember off the top of my head.

[~~triple triad~~]

I do still have that chessboard with me, though.

[Oh noooo, chess. Not chess.]

Ugh, you can try. Ignis sure as hell did, but I never got the hang of the rules.

[Maybe he shouldn't have been learning alongside a genius tactician, but it's not like he had a bunch of other friends lining up to teach him.]

We've time enough for me to make my best effort, at least. [The board appeared out of his armory with a flash, Ardyn setting it up in practiced motions.]

Besides, it's not terribly difficult.

Says the man who walked here on his own two feet.

[To the invalid who's just grateful he can get to the bathroom and back without passing out.

Still, rather than objecting further he shifts himself over on the bed to make room for the board, seemingly agreeable to at least trying.]

Oh, I assure you it isn't going to hurt terribly. Just humor me for a bit, and if you don't like it that's fine.

[kids today.]

[OLD MEN THESE DAYS...]

Fine, fine. Hand me some pieces, I think I at least remember how to set it up.

If you insist. [He passed the black pieces over to Noctis, continuing to set up white on his own side.]

[It's quiet for a minute as they set up, but once Noctis is finished his side, he holds his hand out to Ardyn.]

One piece per year would be too much, you'd have none left. I'm thinking one per thousand?

That does seem fair enough-

[Ardyn answered without thinking about the request, then froze in place in the middle of picking up one of his pawns.]

Wait...what?

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