Not his own, of course—those were swallowed up in darkness, so very long ago. But there are idyllic summers inside him, youthful mistakes and hopeless first loves, foolish lustful urges, petty rivalries and petty triumphs, a sickening roil of other that filters through his thoughts and seeps between his fingers; black as tar and twice as thick, liable to choke anyone who dares come too close.
Final Fantasy XV, Ardyn Izunia
Not his own, of course—those were swallowed up in darkness, so very long ago. But there are idyllic summers inside him, youthful mistakes and hopeless first loves, foolish lustful urges, petty rivalries and petty triumphs, a sickening roil of other that filters through his thoughts and seeps between his fingers; black as tar and twice as thick, liable to choke anyone who dares come too close.