Ardyn's breath comes in short, sharp hisses. For a moment he tries to push himself up on his elbows, then gives up on the idea - it would only make him have to look at Somnus again. And right now he doesn't know what he'd do then: right now, Ardyn is furious enough to be pathetic with it. He knows he'd be almost nothing more than a mindless beast if he was forced to face his brother, and he does not want that further humiliation.

"How astute," he growls out. "And why am I alive?"