Very few acknowledge that the one who trespasses may have their own daemons with which to contend, and in this case, it is literal. Ardyn is not blameless, but that doesn't mean he is not hurting. If the Scourge still allows its vessel to feel agony and despair, then it is not a power overwhelming so much so that the victim's self is completely blotted out. As Somnus sees it, Ardyn is suffering despite his denial, as obvious as dream made reality. He's seen that suffering in how Ardyn reacted to encountering the vision of Aera on the isle. He's seen it in how the chains burst from the ground and injured him, trapping him and bleeding him alive. He's seen it in how every time they meet, Ardyn greets him with nothing but contempt. Fury and despair fuel him stronger than the Ifernian's wrath. Away from the Draconian, it does not have to be this way.
"...Enough, brother," he replies, solemn. "Has it not been enough for you, that you do not see it?"
Somnus did nothing for so long, and now that he wants to, it is almost too little, too late, with each encounter taken in bad faith. He never acts out of pity.
But, for now, perhaps this is all they may do: if Ardyn does not wish for what he interprets as pity, perhaps now is not the time. Perhaps Ardyn is not ready-- and he needn't ever be, for all of what Somnus has committed against him. Perhaps the lingering effects of the Scourge still have too much hold over him.
In truth, Ardyn fully knows it. He knows that he is in pain and despair - how could it be otherwise, after all that he's endured? But as his life became nothing but suffering, the only way for him to survive was to embrace it, and then ignore it. As the eye adjusts to darkness, so did he adjust to the darkness within him and the fate without. And the price of it was to give up hope that things could ever be otherwise; after all, there were none that would take his side or even care about him. All there was was Bahamut's orders and punishment for stepping out of line. Without his hatred, his pain, his anger Ardyn would have long since fully lost himself to the Scourge, and even in this place he holds onto those feelings as his only way to stay alive.
Somnus's words elicit another wave of fury within him - but Ardyn has had a little time to think now, and the raw, almost animal anger becomes his usual steely disdain. Again the sudden change is reflected on his face: snarling one moment, smirking humorlessly the next. He lowers his sword, tipping his head to give Somnus a condescending look.
"And what if it has not been enough for me, hmm? Will you seek to rectify that?"
Across the low table, he watches Ardyn's expression as it shifts to contain his fury. Somnus watches this, then replies in a measured voice, stating simply:
"You have won."
The endless night, the corruption of three kings of yore through the scourge, and the end of Lucis has all been realized by Ardyn's own hands. Even the end of the royal line, Somnus' own, is just within his reach, and there is nothing to stop this. Ardyn's vengeance is sanctified by the gods themselves. But of course even that would not be enough. Unfortunately, the gods' promise to an end of their immortality cannot be obtained while in Avalon. They are bound to be bleed eternally.
"If your victory is not enough... then the end you seek is not here. For neither of us."
Ardyn narrows his eyes. Victory? He briefly wonders if that is truly what Somnus sees Ardyn's "achievements" as. And ultimately, they both know...
"But I have not won yet, brother. You and I both know that I never will as long as your precious master still exists. Or did you think me so narrow-minded that it is only you and your spawn that I want to see wiped off the face of Eos?"
Some part of his mind tells Ardyn that maybe he should hold his tongue - if (when?) they both return, Somnus knowing of Ardyn's aspirations to destroy Bahamut himself could throw a wrench into the plans. But he can't quite resist the temptation to declare his independence of the "divine" plan, even if in the end it might deprive Ardyn of his own rest.
His head raises, some, to look at Ardyn as the other man relishes in self-sabotage and spite. It's surprising-- for this seems like not the same Ardyn who had ceased his endeavors and merely waited upon the throne for the Chosen King-- but not for the grudge he holds.
Rebelling against the Draconian has always been met with power overwhelming, near the oppression of all of the memories of all of the history of the Star being flooded into the Chosen. Immortal or not, such power was never meant to impress upon human minds and bodies. Somnus won't even entertain the threat. Thus, he focuses on their present.
"We remain in this realm, apart from the Draconian's yoke. You are free, here."
Indeed, back home Ardyn had eventually resigned himself to his fate, exhausted to the core, his only crumbs of freedom being only the level of terror he could unleash upon Lucis. But his hatred for Bahamut had never disappeared, and this land, this strange land with so many other travelers, able to bridge the gap between worlds... If Ardyn could get his hands on that power, he could finally have his true revenge. Destroy Bahamut, the rest of the gods, and perhaps Eos itself, free himself of that cage. He has not thought what he would do afterwards, of course, but does it matter?
"'Yoke'? My, Somnus, it almost sounds as though you do not enjoy serving your precious gods! Or is this yet another attempt to win my forgiveness, hmm?" Ardyn gives another one of his mocking grins, before a colder, arrogant fire flickers in his eyes. He withdraws his sword, hanging it on his belt. "Tell me, Somnus... What do you know of freedom? You've been quite content to be a slave to the gods. You and that woman both. You, in particular, fed your entire family to Bahamut's ambitions! And they never even thought to question the divine will, did they? A lineage of cowards."
Ardyn barks out a laugh, stepping back with a shrug and clearly intending to head out of the room. But he keeps his eyes on Somnus still, and gives one of his elaborate bows as a "goodbye".
"Well, I am different from you. Enjoy your farce of a 'freedom', Somnus. I have a little more ambition than that."
Somnus watches Ardyn as his expression twists from mocking to anger, perhaps even disgust for all that the other has done or did not do. Yet in the same breath, he acknowledges that Somnus hadn't been free, either. While surprising, Somnus is quick to correct his assumption that Ardyn thinks any deeper of it. Perhaps to the other, the lack of freedom only makes him complicit, something to blame him further for.
He will not dispute to correct any assumption, for Ardyn is free to believe what he believes, and now is not the time.
"Goodbye, brother."
Somnus makes no motion to stop him as he leaves, saying nothing more. It is clear that Ardyn speaks from a place of pain, loathing, and frustration, and centuries of wrath consuming him. He is free to feel those things, and he needn't tolerate Somnus' presence any longer.
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"...Enough, brother," he replies, solemn. "Has it not been enough for you, that you do not see it?"
Somnus did nothing for so long, and now that he wants to, it is almost too little, too late, with each encounter taken in bad faith. He never acts out of pity.
But, for now, perhaps this is all they may do: if Ardyn does not wish for what he interprets as pity, perhaps now is not the time. Perhaps Ardyn is not ready-- and he needn't ever be, for all of what Somnus has committed against him. Perhaps the lingering effects of the Scourge still have too much hold over him.
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Somnus's words elicit another wave of fury within him - but Ardyn has had a little time to think now, and the raw, almost animal anger becomes his usual steely disdain. Again the sudden change is reflected on his face: snarling one moment, smirking humorlessly the next. He lowers his sword, tipping his head to give Somnus a condescending look.
"And what if it has not been enough for me, hmm? Will you seek to rectify that?"
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"You have won."
The endless night, the corruption of three kings of yore through the scourge, and the end of Lucis has all been realized by Ardyn's own hands. Even the end of the royal line, Somnus' own, is just within his reach, and there is nothing to stop this. Ardyn's vengeance is sanctified by the gods themselves. But of course even that would not be enough. Unfortunately, the gods' promise to an end of their immortality cannot be obtained while in Avalon. They are bound to be bleed eternally.
"If your victory is not enough... then the end you seek is not here. For neither of us."
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"But I have not won yet, brother. You and I both know that I never will as long as your precious master still exists. Or did you think me so narrow-minded that it is only you and your spawn that I want to see wiped off the face of Eos?"
Some part of his mind tells Ardyn that maybe he should hold his tongue - if (when?) they both return, Somnus knowing of Ardyn's aspirations to destroy Bahamut himself could throw a wrench into the plans. But he can't quite resist the temptation to declare his independence of the "divine" plan, even if in the end it might deprive Ardyn of his own rest.
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Rebelling against the Draconian has always been met with power overwhelming, near the oppression of all of the memories of all of the history of the Star being flooded into the Chosen. Immortal or not, such power was never meant to impress upon human minds and bodies. Somnus won't even entertain the threat. Thus, he focuses on their present.
"We remain in this realm, apart from the Draconian's yoke. You are free, here."
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"'Yoke'? My, Somnus, it almost sounds as though you do not enjoy serving your precious gods! Or is this yet another attempt to win my forgiveness, hmm?" Ardyn gives another one of his mocking grins, before a colder, arrogant fire flickers in his eyes. He withdraws his sword, hanging it on his belt. "Tell me, Somnus... What do you know of freedom? You've been quite content to be a slave to the gods. You and that woman both. You, in particular, fed your entire family to Bahamut's ambitions! And they never even thought to question the divine will, did they? A lineage of cowards."
Ardyn barks out a laugh, stepping back with a shrug and clearly intending to head out of the room. But he keeps his eyes on Somnus still, and gives one of his elaborate bows as a "goodbye".
"Well, I am different from you. Enjoy your farce of a 'freedom', Somnus. I have a little more ambition than that."
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He will not dispute to correct any assumption, for Ardyn is free to believe what he believes, and now is not the time.
"Goodbye, brother."
Somnus makes no motion to stop him as he leaves, saying nothing more. It is clear that Ardyn speaks from a place of pain, loathing, and frustration, and centuries of wrath consuming him. He is free to feel those things, and he needn't tolerate Somnus' presence any longer.