[Ardyn saw the dream figments, naturally—but he focused instead on Akira, better that than pry into what wasn’t his to question. It was noticed as something impossible to ignore and vaguely filed away as something that might come up later, but yellow eyes instead watched the boy he was talking to distantly, like Ardyn wasn’t even sure where to start.]

I’m afraid I’m a bit new to being a person with emotions.

[Behind him, an immaterial dream of his own; blackened miasma coiling like smoke trails of purple-black, the lingering remnants of something dark and terrible Ardyn refused to acknowledge.]

And I don’t...have a good history with anger. So I find perhaps it’s safer to just let the matter alone.