[Ardyn shook his head slightly, taking a breath and raking his free hand through his hair. He'd trusted in his Kingsglaive when he made this deal--trusted that at least one of them would be able to support the crushing darkness on human shoulders, for just the moments it took for the fallen king to find the strength to hold it alone.]
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That's...cheating, you're wearing two.
[Or to at least find his own footing in reality.]