[His left hand went back to his head, as if Ardyn was having trouble staying entirely focused.]
I'm not...trying to excuse what I've done. It's not possible, and it would be revolting if I tried. But I was sick, Noctis--physically, psychologically, and fully a corrupted monster driven by some lingering shred of a human's desire for revenge and the need to see it all just end.
I was wrong. I've been wrong for two thousand years, you and everyone you know has every single right to despise me, but I can't let you kill me no matter how much I know it's what I deserve.
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[His left hand went back to his head, as if Ardyn was having trouble staying entirely focused.]
I'm not...trying to excuse what I've done. It's not possible, and it would be revolting if I tried. But I was sick, Noctis--physically, psychologically, and fully a corrupted monster driven by some lingering shred of a human's desire for revenge and the need to see it all just end.
I was wrong. I've been wrong for two thousand years, you and everyone you know has every single right to despise me, but I can't let you kill me no matter how much I know it's what I deserve.