[In another circumstance- if this were Diarmuid- there might‘ve been some success. Unfortunately, Ignis has been arguing with him literally up till this moment.]
So when Ardyn goes home to die you’ll label his corpse a man and not a pig, and feel like you did something? Don’t bother for mine. Your words are worth less than dirt. Without the censure from all your friends-
[-he cuts himself off.
Remember what you’re here for. The thing carved into the soul pinned like a butterfly on your wrist. (Damen.) This is pretty risky for Damen’s wellbeing, and you sure as hell didn’t sell your soul for you.
[funky murder mystery music] cw: talk of death
[In another circumstance- if this were Diarmuid- there might‘ve been some success. Unfortunately, Ignis has been arguing with him literally up till this moment.]
So when Ardyn goes home to die you’ll label his corpse a man and not a pig, and feel like you did something? Don’t bother for mine. Your words are worth less than dirt. Without the censure from all your friends-
[-he cuts himself off.
Remember what you’re here for. The thing carved into the soul pinned like a butterfly on your wrist. (Damen.) This is pretty risky for Damen’s wellbeing, and you sure as hell didn’t sell your soul for you.
Laurent stands up and makes to leave. ]