Convenient, he says, about the worst day of my life.

[It's a muttered aside but he doesn't seem to care if Ardyn hears it or not. At least now he isn't biting back the little angers.

Quite a change, really.]

Is there anything I could say or do that would, if your heart is set against believing?

[Rhetorical. They both know there is not. There is only Izunia's word against the absence in Ardyn's memories, as there probably always will be.

He presses a hand to his chest - not against the scarf dangling there, sand clinging to it, but directly over his heart as though pained.]

I have a tattoo over the spot, a panic reaction to magical healing, and my words. That is all the evidence I can offer you. Just like every other account of our past I could give, it is a truth with proof long gone.

...Unless you happen to be carrying Gilgamesh in your Armiger somewhere, considering he was the one who found me after.