She'd never seen Ardyn before the Scourge. The man they'd all known had been coloured, blacked by it in some way shape or form even before he'd begun remembering it. But she'd seen Junpei, the day-and-night difference that week between the young man who laughed, joked, spluttered and raised his voice in anger just as quick as any human to the dead-eyed, cool-toned one who always seemed to have to work backwards from how he knew people acted to remind himself of why he should be acting some way or feeling something in any given situation.
And that had happened to Ardyn. Not all at once, either. Slowly, gradually in the way a low-hanging cloud gradually blots out the sun. Had he been afraid? Had he known what the Starscourge was doing to him or had he wondered in quiet, private moments if he was simply losing his mind? And then he hadn't even been allowed the dignity of a peaceful rest. He'd been made to drag himself on to the end. Until he wasn't even Ardyn anymore -- he was a thing made of hate and spite and anger that happened to wear his face and use his name.
Two lives destroyed. No, not even two -- how many countless people had been collateral damage in this little game? How many people had died and suffered so Bahamut could pit king against king?
Yuuri's face is white as a sheet and she's shaking. ]
I don't-- I don't know what to say.
[ Her voice sounds like it might shake herself to pieces and she has to hold her head in her hands just for something to do with them. ]
Even... even a god. How could it look down on you both and... and decide you were both worth so little?!
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[ She can't even speak.
She'd never seen Ardyn before the Scourge. The man they'd all known had been coloured, blacked by it in some way shape or form even before he'd begun remembering it. But she'd seen Junpei, the day-and-night difference that week between the young man who laughed, joked, spluttered and raised his voice in anger just as quick as any human to the dead-eyed, cool-toned one who always seemed to have to work backwards from how he knew people acted to remind himself of why he should be acting some way or feeling something in any given situation.
And that had happened to Ardyn. Not all at once, either. Slowly, gradually in the way a low-hanging cloud gradually blots out the sun. Had he been afraid? Had he known what the Starscourge was doing to him or had he wondered in quiet, private moments if he was simply losing his mind? And then he hadn't even been allowed the dignity of a peaceful rest. He'd been made to drag himself on to the end. Until he wasn't even Ardyn anymore -- he was a thing made of hate and spite and anger that happened to wear his face and use his name.
Two lives destroyed. No, not even two -- how many countless people had been collateral damage in this little game? How many people had died and suffered so Bahamut could pit king against king?
Yuuri's face is white as a sheet and she's shaking. ]
I don't-- I don't know what to say.
[ Her voice sounds like it might shake herself to pieces and she has to hold her head in her hands just for something to do with them. ]
Even... even a god. How could it look down on you both and... and decide you were both worth so little?!