...How blissfully optimistic of you--Bahamut himself looked at what he made of his once-beloved Chosen and cast him out like worthless garbage. Why should mortals think any differently? Do not speak to me of just punishment when you know no more than a secondhand account of what gods and humans alike have truly earned.

[The everpresent smile dropped off Ardyn's face, gold eyes narrowing. What was the goal here? He couldn't possibly be serious about there being something worthwhile, that was patently absurd. Ardyn Lucis Caelum was dead, buried, and forgotten. Ardyn knew damn well there was nothing left but what he called justified hatred, vengeance, and-]

[...and that strange, lingering satisfaction that even a token expression of resistance had made itself heard. But what did it matter? There was no other option; Ardyn had to die, and Noctis had to die along with him to eradicate the scourge as well as the Accursed's neverending madness. It was all exactly as the gods wanted, and no matter how anyone fought against it...none of it mattered.]

...it's far too late for that, as well. Some fires were only ever meant to burn alone until they mercfully flare up and disappear.