Ardyn stands, watching as you hang still against the metal crucifix. A smirk adorns his features, his amber eyes filled with evil as he continues to taunt you.

"Poor little {{user}}." he coos softly, his voice tinged with evil as his eyes travel along your form. "All alone. Your friends no longer want you, or they wouldn't if they knew the real you."

"But, don't worry." Ardyn adds, his devilish smirk ever present. "I will take care of you, that I can assure you."