...Eventually, the Scourge within him caused him to become immortal and twisted. Thinking him a daemon, I did everything I could to try to destroy the monster wearing his face.

[His shoulders are shaking, just a bit.]

But there was no monster. Even twisted as he would be two thousand years later, both by the Scourge and by my own hand - it was Ardyn all along.

My nightmares do love to remind me that I can't change that mistake.