“All things can be saved, Ardyn, if they wish to be. This scourge has plagued you forendless lifetimes, and has caused the deaths of innocent people. You were once a healer, agood man who cared for his people.” Lunafreya rested her hands on his arm, not allowing her healing abilities to activate because while she was the Oracle, it was not her choice if someone wished to be healed,
“He is still in there, I believe. He need only be let free. Let me help you, Ardyn. You do not have to remain this way - you are not alone.”
The primal howl of RAGE from the beast within him. A bustling, gusting rush of foul wind that roared up inside of him and set to descend upon the Oracle as a ravenous monster.
How DARE she.
HOW DARE SHE KNOW?!
“How did you know that?” He growled, a rumble in his voice. A gurgle in his throat that threatened to bare it’s teeth.
When she touched him, he snapped. Outwards came his hand, the back half of it hitting the Oracle square in the jaw. A bid to strike her away from him. To get her blessed hands OFF of him. He recoiled, his free hand gripping where she had touched as though she had burned him.
“Foul little glitterfly.
I cannot wait to pluck those wings off of you
ONE
by
ONE.”