[ She listens to him with an intent care, but when he trails away, uncertain of his words, she's unsatisfied. Some man corrupted with power? Perhaps revenge, perhaps insanity, perhaps pain? Her influence drifting closer to Noctis is as fleeting as a scent of smoke, teasing forward the thoughts of Ardyn, his rueful smile and bitter laughter. ]
Maybe?
[ She prompts softly, pulling just a little bit harder on the thoughts -- but not too hard, there was a delicacy to this trick, without alerting the victim. Just soft enough, just swift enough, just nonchalant enough. But no more than needed. Who was this mad man, what revenge drove him.
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Maybe?
[ She prompts softly, pulling just a little bit harder on the thoughts -- but not too hard, there was a delicacy to this trick, without alerting the victim. Just soft enough, just swift enough, just nonchalant enough. But no more than needed. Who was this mad man, what revenge drove him.
Was Noctis oh so certain he felt for that hurt? ]