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"Estinien Wyrmblood mourns the loss of a woman who has fought him at every turn?" It's not said cruelly, though one could interpret it as hostile -- though that is not her intent. "I must needs make amends for my sins; it was my choice. I am gladdened to know that doing so aided you."
If she could give her life over again, she would, until her blood had been spent in equal amounts to that she was responsible for spilling.
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"Twas the Warrior of Light that struck the final blow, of course. Thordan had taken the second Eye of Nidhogg for himself and used its aether to summon unto himself a primal."
Speaking of the events of the end of the war is uncomfortable for him, for a multitude of reasons. He certainly looks it, he's not meeting Ysayle's eyes, instead he has a thousand-yalm stare directed somewhere over her shoulder, at nothing in particular. She should know what her sacrifice enabled, though. And, perhaps, also why he had changed so much. When he finally does speak of it, his words are measured and his voice is flat and quiet, dispassionately reporting what happened.
"When I took up the second Eye, twas in that moment that Nidhogg's spirit overtook me. He used my body to continue his pursuit of vengeance, though Ishgard and Dravania even then were trying to sue for peace."
He pauses only long enough to catch his breath.
"I remember little of that time. Twas all I could do to keep my sense of self amidst his rage and his grief. The final battle was enjoined at the Steps of Faith, and with Hraesvelgr's aid Nidhogg was weakened enough for me to wrest control away--only enough to beg for a killing blow. One final sacrifice, I thought, ere I could finally rest."
He laughs then, but it's a mirthless thing, it's all he can do with the enormity of what happened, the sheer absurdity of it.
"Lucky for I, I suppose, that Alphinaud had had enough of death that day. Stubborn idiot boy convinced stubborn idiot man that they could pry Nidhogg's eyes off me, and with the Fury's own luck actually managed it."
He reaches up to pull his collar aside a bit, leaving the twisted and burned edges of the scarring at his shoulder where one of the eyes had sat exposed for her to see.