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[profanation]

[ Ardyn let the voice of the woman who had become just one more daemon cede back into the collective mass of the Starscourge. He felt... something, perhaps, or maybe it was just his imagination. It was hard to feel frightened of a memory that didn't matter anymore.

He heard that sigh, and he gave a faint smirk. ]

Oh, you're welcome.

Us ancient evils have to look out for each other, don't we?

[the_archivist]

[Jon blinks a few times, still not quite back in his own head just yet, that monstrous thing looking out from his eyes.]

Ancient? I'm in my 30s.

[profanation]

[ Ardyn laughed again. ]

With no offense meant Jonathan, but I wasn't just speaking to you.

[the_archivist]

I'm the only one here. And if you're speaking of the Eye... I don't think it cares.

[profanation]

You'd be surprised how needy something so huge, something so beyond us mere mortals can be.

[ There's was utter disdain in Ardyn's tone, now. A vile, deep-seated loathing that came from the center of himself and was reflected back many times before it found its way out.

And then it was gone again, and Ardyn sounded like he'd just had a pleasant conversation. ]

Well, I'll leave you be while you digest your meal. Have a good day, Jonathan.

[ He hung up. ]