[That sure gets Church the fuck out of bed, down to Ardyn's level on the floor in front of him. Puts a hand to his shoulder, not to shake or ball up or shove this time. Just to give him some kind of solid connection to something related to humanity.]

Who's to say that the gods didn't fuck over your brother, too? Divine intervention, only usually it's supposed to be a good thing. You don't have to be a monster.

[He says, to the monster that is a perfectly fine king of a man with a million afflictions and daemons swarming inside of him.]

You don't have to be what they think they made you.