[ She studies his expression carefully. Ardyn always seems so strong, so self assured that seeing him look so truly and honestly tired, so worn out... it's worrying.

She thinks of Junpei, waking up Sunday morning shaking and in tears and she thinks: how many memories like that might a person have across two thousand years?

She reaches out across the table and sets her hands on top of his. ]

Then... I suppose the question we need to ask is... do you trust us, Ardyn-san? Do you trust us in the same way we all trust you?