'Fortunate'. More like 'convenient'. Count yourself lucky for Noctis and the others giving a damn about you for some reason, because I've yet to see any reason to turn my back on you.

[Ardyn's voice dropped to a growl, low and dangerous. He'd let go of Church by now, but stepped between him and Price with a cold and dark look even Starscourge couldn't replicate.]

If I ever hear you talk in a disparaging way about my Shield again, if I hear that name out of your mouth one more time, no written rule or force of nature in this universe will protect you from me.

Do I make myself clear.