[Ardyn nearly flinched away from the hand in his hair for all that he didn't expect it, scrambling to recover quickly.]

...I don't understand. You know what I am, what I've done, and must have some idea of what I've yet to do from your perspective. I'm your enemy, Noctis' enemy, and a plague on the very world itself. So why...why ignore every warning and go to all this trouble? Why does anyone even care?