[So she had, essentially, been telling her own story. 'Hers' in a vague and disconnected way Ardyn couldn't fully grasp, but he'd presumed she was closer to the circumstances than she chose to let on. There was a long silence on the other end of things--it didn't shock him that Emet-Selch was some world-ending murderer, and yet he was honest in saying he couldn't quite match that to the fellow immortal that had offered Ardyn help bearing his own centuries, who had talked him out of his own detested hallucinations.]
[Shades of gray, indeed, but could it outweigh acts like that?]
I can not tell you what to do or how to face that one way or the other. I can answer only what those feelings are called and advise you that you can't be rid of them.
If he is all that you say--and do not take that as doubt on my part, for I assure you I believe it wholeheartedly--then tell me, why is it you feel comforted so by his presence?
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[Shades of gray, indeed, but could it outweigh acts like that?]
I can not tell you what to do or how to face that one way or the other. I can answer only what those feelings are called and advise you that you can't be rid of them.
If he is all that you say--and do not take that as doubt on my part, for I assure you I believe it wholeheartedly--then tell me, why is it you feel comforted so by his presence?