[It's a terrible realization that he's tried not to bring up. And who even knows if there's anything they could do about it.

He is the king's shield. And he's terrified that the best way to save Ardyn is to let it end. If it's the only way to let him rest. He wouldn't be here if he couldn't die, but what happens when he leaves this place? Plague the fucking galaxy? Go back home and...continue to deteriorate?]

You could stay. Instead of going back. If there's any way to keep you from going back--go to someone else's world, or stay here, I don't--

[This is not the god damn conversation about death he needed this morning. He reaches out again, thinking that maybe, maybe he won't be pushed away now, hands gentle on his arms. He hopes they aren't shaking. He fears they might be.]

This isn't a good time. To think about this. We need to let it settle, sort it through. High emotions--even for you.