[Ardyn really couldn't voice the long and myriad complexities of his feelings toward his brother; he could barely understand them himself, much less examine the whole thing piece by piece and discern any one simple answer. But he no longer found he hated even the man who killed him, who called him a monster and erased his existence. Knowing that much had lessened to nothing was enough. And seeing someone able to smile with his face--whether that happiness belonged to Somnus or to Noctis, either was worth everything to him.]
[They were family, after all.]
Would it bother you if I were to do just that, nephew?
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[They were family, after all.]
Would it bother you if I were to do just that, nephew?