[Ardyn didn't dare look back at Noctis, not knowing what his own expression might say if he did. It made sense, more than he wanted to admit or consider. If that person in the future was as tired as Ardyn was now, if he was so overflowing with hatred and anger with its real target long since dead...what else was there to do? What else could something like that do but scream in rage at a world with no place for him, destroy what he'd once saved and cause so much pain that there would be no choice but to end him like the daemon he was?]

['I will drag you from that darkness. Out of solitude. Out of emptiness.]

[...And it hadn't worked at all, had it? Not in the end--in some ending, somewhere, sometime.]

It is...difficult for me to theorize about what that person is or what he would truly want. Perhaps I myself don't want to understand it or fear making an attempt, but...

[He trailed off, free hand curling loosely on the table as if the ancient scars ached with some phantom pain. Until you are free, echoed that not-yet-memory, you suffer alone.]

...I think that's precisely the intention. Hardly the sole aim, I would say, but I would presume it a very likely goal in the end.