Ardyn is silent for a little while, perhaps eerily so. Then the laughter comes, quiet and deranged, the laughter of someone whose grasp on his (arguable) sanity slipping.
"I expected you to stay dead," he whispers in response between his bouts of giggling. Indeed, he did not think this far, did not think that Somnus would be revived by someone else in turn and meddle in Ardyn's affairs. Again. Though it had been rather shallower than he'd wanted, killing Somnus had brought him some measure of satisfaction, as did opening the gates to the Underworld... but now the satisfaction is gone, replaced with uncomfortable frustration - and underneath that, the fear and disgust at the thought of having to continue his existence. All he'd wanted was to smash the world and go to rest somewhere, but now he's dragged back, forced to face some kind of consequences. Hasn't it been enough?
"Why are you alive, Somnus?" Ardyn murmurs as he pushes himself up weakly, though still pointedly not looking at his brother. "Why can't you be a good boy for once and stay dead, hmm? Why are you here, Somnus? Why are you still meddling? Why am I not rid of you yet?"
By degrees, his words come faster, his voice still quiet and too even to be genuine, yet another sign of a crack running across his psyche.
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"I expected you to stay dead," he whispers in response between his bouts of giggling. Indeed, he did not think this far, did not think that Somnus would be revived by someone else in turn and meddle in Ardyn's affairs. Again. Though it had been rather shallower than he'd wanted, killing Somnus had brought him some measure of satisfaction, as did opening the gates to the Underworld... but now the satisfaction is gone, replaced with uncomfortable frustration - and underneath that, the fear and disgust at the thought of having to continue his existence. All he'd wanted was to smash the world and go to rest somewhere, but now he's dragged back, forced to face some kind of consequences. Hasn't it been enough?
"Why are you alive, Somnus?" Ardyn murmurs as he pushes himself up weakly, though still pointedly not looking at his brother. "Why can't you be a good boy for once and stay dead, hmm? Why are you here, Somnus? Why are you still meddling? Why am I not rid of you yet?"
By degrees, his words come faster, his voice still quiet and too even to be genuine, yet another sign of a crack running across his psyche.