You're daring to look at me and be thankful you didn't give into bitterness? How much better you must feel for that, when some of us don't have the luxury of being such a divine saint. [Ardyn snapped that viciously, and when he looked back to Clarith...his face was pale as a corpse's and marked by the corruption that made yellow eyes inhumanly bright in blackened malice.]

This is the result of being a selfless savior, Clarith. Of taking on the pain of others and caring nothing for the weight it places upon you in return.

So I don't want to hear it.