[By the time he finishes, Izunia has finished the pan he's at work on and has the spray nozzle in hand to rinse it off. Once he does so, it goes into a drying rack set up on the other side, and only then does he say anything at all.]

That... Is much what I expected, from Ardyn's account of his.

[He does indeed know that orbiting feeling, all too well. His is wobbly, but still circling, even as he tries to break it.

He takes up a cookie sheet with baked-on grease and once more his steel wool.]

...He hasn't said as much in any detail, but I know that hostages in the form of the already-dead players in that game were used against them. So I imagine hostages from home as well.

[Scrub, scrub, scrub.]

...I don't think I would have done any differently, even a month ago.