[The figure's words coincide with a feeling in her own heart-- one tied to a person that never got a chance to live. A distinct feeling of what if. But it's shaken the moment Ardyn falls. She circles around him quickly, kneeling in front of him. Her red eyes focus intently on him.

With a gentleness that contrasts her own quickness, she places her hands gently over his ears, cupping his face and pressing her forehead to his.]

You know me better than that.

[It reminds her of a conversation that's still fresh in her mind; and as important as any.]

After all... "Memory is the key; everything all of you have done for me has shaped the person I am today. How could I ever forget something like that?"