[The temptation to throw his groceries at the back of Ardyn's head is quite strong, but Noctis valiantly does his best to control his temper - much as he despises Ardyn, he'd rather not risk damaging anything and pissing off the locals here. Besides, he's had it with being manipulated by the bastard and rising to his bait.]
You don't deserve courtesy.
[And there is a world of difference between meeting as political leaders and meeting on the streets of an entirely different world. He remains standing in place as Ardyn gesticulates and paces and goes through all of his needlessly dramatic flair, and when Ardyn turns back, he'll still find Noctis glaring at him. Ah, if only looks could kill... ]
Well, we don't always get what we want. Go to hell. [Yep, that's his eloquent response. It's not like Noctis has a choice about giving Ardyn what he wants in that regard eventually - if what he's been told is true, then he'll go right back to the moment he left.]
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You don't deserve courtesy.
[And there is a world of difference between meeting as political leaders and meeting on the streets of an entirely different world. He remains standing in place as Ardyn gesticulates and paces and goes through all of his needlessly dramatic flair, and when Ardyn turns back, he'll still find Noctis glaring at him. Ah, if only looks could kill... ]
Well, we don't always get what we want. Go to hell. [Yep, that's his eloquent response. It's not like Noctis has a choice about giving Ardyn what he wants in that regard eventually - if what he's been told is true, then he'll go right back to the moment he left.]