And that seems to be enough to go through Ardyn's defenses. He clenches his fists until his knuckles are white.

"You are sorry?"

The fire of fury is back in his eyes and his breath comes shorter as Ardyn tries to keep some measure of control. With the Scourge dormant, it is perhaps just a little bit easier than it would be back home.

"Where was that sorrow two thousand years ago? Where was that sorrow when you conspired with that woman? Where was that sorrow when you took everything from me?! Where was it when you wrote me out of history?! Imprisoned me, tortured me, let your spawn do the same!"

Though his words start quiet, Ardyn's voice quickly rises until he's shouting, the anger drowning him. He rises to his feet, grabbing his sword off the table, immediately pointing it at Somnus. It's perhaps the only mercy that he does not instantly go for a swing.

"You," he spits, "are not sorry. You never have been. You never will be. Traitor. Murderer."