You straighten the fuck up right now before I strike you again.
[Ardyn himself stood tall at the shift in topic, arms falling to his side and resolve rushing into his voice. It was without doubt the demeanor of a king, even if in name alone, and he stared down Izunia with fire in yellow-gold eyes.]
I refuse that future. I will not accept it, I will not cling to what the gods deem an acceptable loss for the dawn to break and the Accursed to vanish. Neither will I presume their carefully written plan to be the only possible course of action when it costs so much for so many.
You who followed along blindly at the Bladekeeper's words may be willing to see further Lucis Caelum blood shed in sacrifice, but I am not. I will do all in my power to see some universe, some timeline in which His Majesty lives to watch the sun rise with those he so loves, one in which the monster I was shall finally be put to rest.
['My life is nothing. Giving a future to those who want to see it...is everything.']
[Ardyn may never have heard those words spoken, but their sentiment was echoed by him as strongly as it had been in a falling Insomnia. He pressed his left hand to his heart, black and cobalt engagement ring glittering in the light.]
Fate is immaterial. If an unfavorable outcome is written in stone, then the stone itself should be shattered and a new future made where it once stood. Prophecy is naught but the machinations of the Astrals written in verse and presented as gospel to the flawed humans made in an equally flawed divine image.
And if you dare to follow the future as written and accept it as unchanging, then you are a poor excuse for a king and I will make an enemy of you here and now if I must.
no subject
[Ardyn himself stood tall at the shift in topic, arms falling to his side and resolve rushing into his voice. It was without doubt the demeanor of a king, even if in name alone, and he stared down Izunia with fire in yellow-gold eyes.]
I refuse that future. I will not accept it, I will not cling to what the gods deem an acceptable loss for the dawn to break and the Accursed to vanish. Neither will I presume their carefully written plan to be the only possible course of action when it costs so much for so many.
You who followed along blindly at the Bladekeeper's words may be willing to see further Lucis Caelum blood shed in sacrifice, but I am not. I will do all in my power to see some universe, some timeline in which His Majesty lives to watch the sun rise with those he so loves, one in which the monster I was shall finally be put to rest.
['My life is nothing. Giving a future to those who want to see it...is everything.']
[Ardyn may never have heard those words spoken, but their sentiment was echoed by him as strongly as it had been in a falling Insomnia. He pressed his left hand to his heart, black and cobalt engagement ring glittering in the light.]
Fate is immaterial. If an unfavorable outcome is written in stone, then the stone itself should be shattered and a new future made where it once stood. Prophecy is naught but the machinations of the Astrals written in verse and presented as gospel to the flawed humans made in an equally flawed divine image.
And if you dare to follow the future as written and accept it as unchanging, then you are a poor excuse for a king and I will make an enemy of you here and now if I must.