His grip on the pencil grows tighter. It's a wonder it doesn't break under the strain. Unwanted memories come flooding back: of the cave with its bodies piled high, of his shade reminding him of the cost, of his friend's body lying upon the altar--
Without thinking, he lunges out of his seat and tries to grab Ardyn by the collar...only to grasp empty air. He nearly pitches over the table; he does end up scattering some of his loose work across the floor. Righting himself with effort and breathing heavily, he glares at the ghostly man across the table, fists clenched tightly atop its surface.
"If I hadn't made a promise to my bonded, I would bring you back to life myself just to kill you again in the most exquisitely agonising way possible," he hisses.
HE'S GONNA SHANK YOU A SECOND TIME, ARDYN
Without thinking, he lunges out of his seat and tries to grab Ardyn by the collar...only to grasp empty air. He nearly pitches over the table; he does end up scattering some of his loose work across the floor. Righting himself with effort and breathing heavily, he glares at the ghostly man across the table, fists clenched tightly atop its surface.
"If I hadn't made a promise to my bonded, I would bring you back to life myself just to kill you again in the most exquisitely agonising way possible," he hisses.