She touched my family. And not with regret, not under duress, but with a twisted sadism that served only herself.
[The twins are fundamentally the same in that regard. They protect their own, and Noctis - any Noctis - is one of his.
Izunia shifts the grip he has on the blade to lift it higher, against his chest.
Weapons are all he has of his children.]
It is intimate and personal in a way that it cannot be for even Ardyn. Ardyn was no spirit waiting in the wings when Regis sent his son away from Insomnia, knowing that he would probably die in Niflheim's final penstroke of the war. Ardyn didn't hear the way Regis sobbed the night he found out that his only child was to be the Chosen.
I was. I did. To see that love made a mockery of -
[He keeps his grip on the sword in his hands, but another appears over his shoulder, on the far side from Church, and flings itself into the sand.]
no subject
[The twins are fundamentally the same in that regard. They protect their own, and Noctis - any Noctis - is one of his.
Izunia shifts the grip he has on the blade to lift it higher, against his chest.
Weapons are all he has of his children.]
It is intimate and personal in a way that it cannot be for even Ardyn. Ardyn was no spirit waiting in the wings when Regis sent his son away from Insomnia, knowing that he would probably die in Niflheim's final penstroke of the war. Ardyn didn't hear the way Regis sobbed the night he found out that his only child was to be the Chosen.
I was. I did. To see that love made a mockery of -
[He keeps his grip on the sword in his hands, but another appears over his shoulder, on the far side from Church, and flings itself into the sand.]
It is more than personal.