I can't help you. No matter how I wish to, there is nothing in my power that will aid you in this. I don't-...understand why you-...why you can't just-...

[Ardyn's voice cracked and broke off, lowering his head to rest against Ignis's shoulder.]

...you can't save me. I can't change that which fate has written for me, but Noctis might yet see some kind of chance somehow.