[Ardyn didn't flinch so much as he froze solid at the touch, not needing to breathe and not daring to move. What exactly was he playing at here? Ignis was the one Gladio cared about, Ardyn was just...an obstacle. A threat as he always had been. They didn't care for each other in the slightest and had no reason to pretend otherwise.]

Why...does it matter to you? I'm not your king. All I am is enemy to you and the rest of the world. Why would you...want to help me?