[He stops for a moment, taking in a shaky breath.

There's no point in asking. Ardyn has already confessed that he doesn't remember.]

Thirty-six executions... And one accident. One single, horrible accident, that played so perfectly to prophecy that it may as well have been written in a script.

I'm sorry. That it happened, and that it's taken me so long to say so. I suppose I always thought I would never get the chance.