[Ardyn allows Fynn to wipe at his hands, because the professor is still needing a moment to parse what just happened. At least the pain in his finger is slowly dissipating away, and he can begin to focus on what his little brother is asking him.]

Everyone in this city is at the whim of forces beyond their control.

[It’s said with a frown, with a seriousness that seems to be lacking Ardyn’s usual amount of flippancy.]

But whatever just happened here, nothing bad will happen to you. I won’t allow it.

[A promise that may be difficult to keep in the end. But Ardyn intends to see it through, to at least provide Fynn an outlet to vent if memories ever do make their way to him.]

Even if it means I’m the one who has to bear all the burdens of memories and strange talents.