[The slow-building distress of that revelation is likely predictable, but there's no fighting it as it twists his expression. Noctis wants to protest - he's no one's champion, he doesn't have a bleeding heart, he wouldn't waver! - but he can't find the words to object against something so trivial considering all else that was said. It's... strange, that anything Ardyn says might make him hesitate. He always lies. It's a rule, at this point, not an exception. He lies and he deceives and he hides and he mocks. This could be all of that at once like usual. He has no reason to take responsibility for his decisions, and Bahamut is a convenient target for more blame-shifting.
Strange, though. That Noctis can't find it in him to wholeheartedly defend the god who'd given him all the power in the world to save it, who'd chosen him in two thousand years, who'd written a whole history on bringing back the light with him in the center. He can't deny this claim.
He takes another step back.]
He... couldn't have wanted that. Everything you did- why would he...?
[Why does it feel so much like this is something Bahamut would do?]
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Strange, though. That Noctis can't find it in him to wholeheartedly defend the god who'd given him all the power in the world to save it, who'd chosen him in two thousand years, who'd written a whole history on bringing back the light with him in the center. He can't deny this claim.
He takes another step back.]
He... couldn't have wanted that. Everything you did- why would he...?
[Why does it feel so much like this is something Bahamut would do?]