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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?

[Noctis blinks back at him.]

What? [??? What did he say. Or is it the pieces? He glances down at the arrangement.] Did I get it wrong?

No, that's...that's right, but...

[Ardyn looked at the piece in his hand, then back at Noctis.]

I don't...remember telling you about that.

About... the handicap? I could've sworn you did. One piece in excess of...

[...Wait. Wait, hang on. He glances down at the board, the words buzzing in his head.]

Victory... means nothing if not achieved on equal footing...

[They're not his, they're not Ardyn's, they're...

...ah. Shit.]

Oh my god. [Noct stares down at the board for a handful of seconds, then grabs his pillow and just. Yells into it, the noise muffled. And again, for good measure. Then he fishes the Ring of the Lucii out of his pocket and holds it up in front of Ardyn, eyes narrowed.]

This is bull, I'm not even wearing it. Tell your brother to shut up and keep his memories to himself!

[He knows it's not Ardyn's fault and probably can't be helped, but dammit, enough is enough.]

Believe me, I wish I could. [Ardyn smiled hesitantly, a little shaken by the unexpected turn the conversation had taken. At least he had a second to collect himself while Noctis was yelling angrily into a pillow. He ran a hand through his hair, laughing quietly to himself. Almost to himself, he added:]

...You know, actually, I never did tell him.

[Noctis resists the urge to grumble, setting the ring on the opposite bedside table rather than back to his pocket. Perhaps a little distance time-out will encourage the old kings to behave themselves.]

Tell him what?

You see, the truth is...that was never actually part of the rules at all. I lied to Somnus for years convincing him I had to sacrifice pieces at the start because I was the elder of us.

[The uneasy smile turned crooked and something resembling embarrassed, Ardyn rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.]

He was actually terrible at the game when we were children, it was the only thing that put us on even ground. He had no mind for strategy, but would sooner have eaten the chessboard than broken what he thought was a written rule.

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