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[piercetheheart]

Hey guys, 's Gladio. Got some new gear that'll make construction easier. And a rain barrel so we can haul a much larger quantity of river water over from Enso. Planning to set up another shower and water filter on the little islands, votes on which one?

And while I've got your attention I wanted to see who'd be up for helping me fix up the temple some. Tory -erm I mean The Storyteller's- been busting their butt looking after us, only feels right we should do something for them. Maybe... trying to make friends with them too, guys. They kinda think we all hate them.

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[scourgingstars]

[There was a long silence, this time Ardyn not sounding as though he would answer.]

['You know those kings will not protect you.'
'I know--I am the protector.']

[But finally, after a couple of minutes that stretched far longer than they should have:]

...Perhaps there are things worth living for. Perhaps not. I wouldn't know, and I've long since lost the ability to care for the world or anything within it.

But this isn't living. This body itself is naught but a corpse made of shadow and animated by hatred given parasitic form, with neither breath in its throat or a heart in its chest. A wraith with no ability to sleep or even taste, so far as ordinary circumstances go. At least Gilgamesh in whatever undead form he held still retained his sanity, yet I'm denied even that and left well aware of it. And all of it nothing more than my thanks for acting as protector to a world ungrateful, who saw a better option in their precious Founder King and cast aside their sage as though any of them would have been alive without me.

...All I have left is my name and my resentment, and that is why I will neither answer to that epithet of the Draconian's making nor will I ever forgive anything and anyone who dares exist in the world that left me behind, the line descended from my ever-so-perfect blessed little brother who discarded me, or the traitorous lying Astrals which govern it.

I don't care whether the world deserved what I did to it or not. I don't regret it, and the blighted star got precisely as was written and precisely as it deserved.