Don't what? He almost wanted to ask, but at this point he started to wonder just how much sanity he had left thanks to a certain bastard. Began to think he was just hearing things.
Come... isn't real...
He shook his head again, trying to pull himself free from the light. Even as he felt himself being pulled up. His feet no longer touching the floor completely, toes barely touching it as he heard faint echoes of shoes clinking against metal and knowing just who was behind him.
Damn it. That was exactly how he felt as that smug bastard drew closer, smirk written across his face like that of a coeurl who caught the chocobo chick.
"Allow me to regale you with a tale," Ardyn began, just as he could have sworn he heard something. (—please... wake... snap out of...!) "In an age long past, an incurable scourge ravaged mankind. A tiny menace that twisted men into monsters, the likes of which you've seen."
The older man's voice remained calm, practiced despite the scene before him. Almost as though he is only educating the young royal instead of giving a lecture as he struggled and writhed as, inch by inch, the Crystal wasn't just pulling him up, but inside. He was at least half a meter off the floor by now, having given up on freeing his trapped hand and instead kicking at empty air as he tried to keep more of him from being absorbed by the light as, again, Ardyn simply kept talking. Despite the pure outrage wildly burning in blue eyes.
"In Lucis lived a savior that could cure the afflicted. His body would come to host a myriad daemons, that countless lives be spared." His right leg was inside the Crystal, making it harder still to pull away. Yet he continued to struggle to extricate himself, grasping at his shoulder in an attempt to pull his arm out at least. The attempt failed as his hand fell back out, just within Prompto's reach. If only he could see him. "But a jealous king, one not yet chosen by the Crystal, ostracized and demonized this healer of the people. Making a true monster of him."
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Don't what? He almost wanted to ask, but at this point he started to wonder just how much sanity he had left thanks to a certain bastard. Began to think he was just hearing things.
Come... isn't real...
He shook his head again, trying to pull himself free from the light. Even as he felt himself being pulled up. His feet no longer touching the floor completely, toes barely touching it as he heard faint echoes of shoes clinking against metal and knowing just who was behind him.
Damn it. That was exactly how he felt as that smug bastard drew closer, smirk written across his face like that of a coeurl who caught the chocobo chick.
"Allow me to regale you with a tale," Ardyn began, just as he could have sworn he heard something. (—please... wake... snap out of...!) "In an age long past, an incurable scourge ravaged mankind. A tiny menace that twisted men into monsters, the likes of which you've seen."
The older man's voice remained calm, practiced despite the scene before him. Almost as though he is only educating the young royal instead of giving a lecture as he struggled and writhed as, inch by inch, the Crystal wasn't just pulling him up, but inside. He was at least half a meter off the floor by now, having given up on freeing his trapped hand and instead kicking at empty air as he tried to keep more of him from being absorbed by the light as, again, Ardyn simply kept talking. Despite the pure outrage wildly burning in blue eyes.
"In Lucis lived a savior that could cure the afflicted. His body would come to host a myriad daemons, that countless lives be spared." His right leg was inside the Crystal, making it harder still to pull away. Yet he continued to struggle to extricate himself, grasping at his shoulder in an attempt to pull his arm out at least. The attempt failed as his hand fell back out, just within Prompto's reach. If only he could see him. "But a jealous king, one not yet chosen by the Crystal, ostracized and demonized this healer of the people. Making a true monster of him."