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[A long pause followed that, Ardyn struggling with himself over whether to leave it at that or reach out a little further. It seemed like a bad idea, but at the same time...he really had no ability to ignore something so blatant, even as cynical as he was now.]

Have you lost someone, as well?

[Oof. Yeah, he asked for that one, didn't he.]

no

[He's tempted to leave it like that, but it would be so blatently transparent that it's embarrassing.]

It happens when I go back. I'm trying to figure things out.

But you’ve advance warning. That is already a good start, is it mot?

It's a start, sure. But I don't want to leave it up to chance, not when I'm the one who fails to save her

[Based on what he's heard, he's... not the most reliable method of helping her in this situation. what if he screws it up again, even knowing how it goes?]

[Another pause.]

I'm sure you won't believe me, but I understand that sentiment well.

I'll still listen, if you wish to continue.

not much else to say. that's all I've been told.

[Most of it, anyway. He's not sure why he asked if he wasn't prepared to talk about it yet, but... gods, he's not thinking straight. It would've been worth it if it saved Luna, but if he can't get anything from this, what's the point? It's not as if he wants comfort from this. Not from a stranger, or a possible enemy. Or. Whatever Ardyn is, now.

Truth be told he doesn't know if he believes the man or not, but silence won't help him figure it out, so after a long pause of nothing he sends-]

who'd you lose

[A longer pause that time; like Ardyn was writing out a response, thinking better of it, and starting over several times. But, after a minute or two:]

My betrothed, Aera.

I failed at a critical moment, and she died in my place. Neither of us even realized I was unable to be killed in the first place, so it was all for naught either way.

....wth

[He has no idea who that is, but that's kind of? eerie?]

are you sure i'm some weird kind of descended twin for your BROTHER and not like

you

Reasonably sure.

sorry

[That must have sounded pretty wild, even to him.]

it's just

we were supposed to get married, too

I'm sorry. You must be in terrible pain.

Is there no way such a thing could yet be prevented?

[As more time passes it's less pain and more worry and urgency- it hasn't happened yet, but right now it's a certainty for the majority of his companions from Eos. He's the only one it hasn't happened for yet- which means it's up to him to fix this.]

I don't know yet. I'm trying to figure it out, but easier said than done.

I imagine such a thing would be easiest with benefit of hindsight, so I find that understandable.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Not unless you can wake up four of the Six and convince them to make a covenant with me.

[Since as far as he knows, that's what kills her.]

Would that I could, having questions for them myself. But Aera was the one who knew how to speak with the gods, not me.

[????]

wait was she an oracle too

Apologies. I forget that others lack the familiarity with such names that I would recognize.

Aera Mirus Fleuret was the first to bear the title of 'Oracle', yes.

[This is. Eerie. And getting moreso the further this goes.]

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

The last

[Gods, even typing that hurts, his chest aching at the very thought of it.]

I'm sorry. I know that must sound empty, communicated like this. But you've my complete and sincerest sympathies.

I am, in some sense, glad the line was able to persist so. Does Lunafreya have no other family?

She has a brother, but I seriously doubt he'll want to carry on that legacy. Luna said it's the duty of the Oracle to help the chosen of Lucis but he hates me. he just wants to kill me.

[He can only imagine that getting worse if Luna dies for his sake.]

That's [yikes] unfortunate. It seems an odd stance for any of House Fleuret to hate the royal line so.

Far as I know he blames us for Niflheim killing their mother.

[The most logical of decisions. Though now that time has given his temper a chance to cool, he can at least recognize how young they all were when it happened. He can barely recall the finer details, but there are glimpses of memory from that day: clinging to his father's shoulder as they run for their lives, the desperate cry for help from a wounded Ravus as he sits with his mother's body, Luna's sad resignation as she remains behind to be captured by the enemy, unwilling to abandon her family. It was enough to traumatize any child, surely. He can attest to that much.]

I see. The situation truly is more complex than I can have any real grasp of right now, I'm afraid.

[....

This... really feels like someone else would be more qualified for the job, but...]

I don't know what I can tell you, but if you've got questions, I can try.

[At the very least it's not like it'll hurt to tell Ardyn about the world he should know in thirty or so years.]

I am not sure I would know where to begin. To hear Verstael talk one would think the war to have gone on for an age already. Things such as that don't sprout up from nothing, and I fear no one single person could truly illuminate the circumstances surrounding it.

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