[Not that long ago he'd been in this same exact location--all bright and sharp smiles, confident laughter, the impulsive and informal Ardyn instead of the halfway formal savior king. The sharp taste of cinnamon, the near-sensory overload of that dark cloud having been lifted off of his emotions, the satisfaction of seeing Church startled nearly off his feet and hearing the others laugh-]
[And now here he was, and so much of that was just dead. It hurt to even recall, in the dull and irritating way a long-healed broken bone might still ache.]
[It was funny to think that such a short time felt like so long ago. So why wasn't he laughing?]
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[Not that long ago he'd been in this same exact location--all bright and sharp smiles, confident laughter, the impulsive and informal Ardyn instead of the halfway formal savior king. The sharp taste of cinnamon, the near-sensory overload of that dark cloud having been lifted off of his emotions, the satisfaction of seeing Church startled nearly off his feet and hearing the others laugh-]
[And now here he was, and so much of that was just dead. It hurt to even recall, in the dull and irritating way a long-healed broken bone might still ache.]
[It was funny to think that such a short time felt like so long ago. So why wasn't he laughing?]
...No. I suppose that I don't.