You don't understand it. No one does. [Ardyn shook his head, staggering and backing off further until he was pressed to a wall.]

I...am the Starscourge, Gladiolus. The malice and hate of an entire planet, Ifrit's wrath itself..it's all in here.

[He brought a hand back to his head, as if warding away an oncoming migraine.]

Fueled by the spite of a forgotten king, yes, but I can't...control it. I didn't want it to go this far. I'm not myself anymore.