His mind was racing, incomplete thoughts starting and beginning at random intervals, all halted for shocks of pain or searing cold for a split second before they rushed once more. His parents... He'd always believed they were just gone. Weren't they? They were never home. he had parents... Didn't he?

"You're... you're lying," he hissed, forcing his eyes up onto Ardyn's face so he could stop looking at his own blood dripping over the man's fingers in such a strangely hypnotic way. "You're lying!"