[Ardyn listens, not interrupting. It's impossible to convince him that any Retrospec-related memory would not be interesting to him, simply because of the mystery that each one is surrounded by; a narrative, incomplete, for the lot of them. How is there no mystique in that?

He does hear that smile in his tone, as well. The words are laced with a sense of faraway fondness.]

How very romantic. [There's nothing condescending about that; ah, his (not-so) secretly romantic, bleeding heart.] What do you make of the parallels of these memories, versus those of reality? Mine unfortunately do not line up so nicely with my current occupation.