I would...I would like to think so. I've had more than enough of differences and lack of understanding forcing one another apart.
[Ardyn frowned once he said that, hesitating; he fidgeted restlessly with his hands before moving them to his pockets, looking at a clearly fascinating bit of empty space off to Era's left.]
That was always our problem, I think. Neither of us wanted to concede any ground to the other, or look at matters from the opposite perspective. Too hardheaded and too convinced we were right to do anything else, and it twisted both of us in our own ways. Me, into a self-destructing fool, and-
[He trailed off at that, not quite losing the line of thought but seeming to want to reconstruct it in a different way.]
What little I do remember...I don't think my brother used to be this way. This whole affair changed him--nay, changed us both. I am far from who I once was, and farther still from who I must have been in a time when we were still brothers.
...I miss him, in truth. I missed him even in the time you've seen yourself, and I loved him until the instant he put a sword in my chest. Some shattered piece of me still does, I think. Else I would not be so angry with him, or frustrated with this act he puts on of an untouchable king wearing my brother's face.
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[Ardyn frowned once he said that, hesitating; he fidgeted restlessly with his hands before moving them to his pockets, looking at a clearly fascinating bit of empty space off to Era's left.]
That was always our problem, I think. Neither of us wanted to concede any ground to the other, or look at matters from the opposite perspective. Too hardheaded and too convinced we were right to do anything else, and it twisted both of us in our own ways. Me, into a self-destructing fool, and-
[He trailed off at that, not quite losing the line of thought but seeming to want to reconstruct it in a different way.]
What little I do remember...I don't think my brother used to be this way. This whole affair changed him--nay, changed us both. I am far from who I once was, and farther still from who I must have been in a time when we were still brothers.
...I miss him, in truth. I missed him even in the time you've seen yourself, and I loved him until the instant he put a sword in my chest. Some shattered piece of me still does, I think. Else I would not be so angry with him, or frustrated with this act he puts on of an untouchable king wearing my brother's face.