Ardyn was oddly silent as he looked back to the window, something briefly very distant in his eyes. Something about what Kuja said struck a chord he didn't like in the slightest--it was familiarity, and heavens knew Ardyn hated being reminded of what he knew far too well. Black and white, night and day--burning light and night sky. Equals that couldn't exist without the other, and yet existed in opposition.

But the thought was dismissed in an instant, a smile coming to Ardyn's face that didn't reach cold yellow eyes.

"Something of utterly no consequence." he said with a vague wave of his hand.