[Taking a slow and measured breath, Ardyn pushed his hair from his eyes only for it to fall back into place--he fixed his brother with an exhausted stare that suggested the elder twin was barely even managing to stay in the present moment.]

...I'm tired, Izunia. I've hated you for two thousand years, long enough that I can't remember what it was like to do anything else. I know I...I remembered something when my memories were reset, but as the rest of it returned whatever I knew of the life we had as mortals faded like background noise.

I'm tired of hating you. I don't even think I want to anymore. But I look at you and all I can see now is the catalyst of my own insanity.