[Noctis may not be cognizant of it now, listening intently to Nyx, but later he'll be appreciative of how he's not flooded with the images and emotions of his father's death. Nyx's willpower is something of a bulwark against these memories, strengthened by how Noctis is also trying very hard to not let this news affect him outwardly.
(Internally, though, is another matter. Ten years ago, he was forced to come to terms with his father's death on the fly. No time to breathe, no time to mourn. Only to keep moving forward, pressing grief down further and further within himself to deal with it later.
Later's now, hilariously enough. But he refuses to unravel in front of Nyx, and so he only sits up straighter in his chair, hand still clenched around his soda can.)]
So the peace treaty really was just a sham. They never intended to see it through to the end in the first place. [He knew that, but hearing it from Nyx only reiterates this a hundred times over. Noctis eyes the ring that the Glaive sets on the table, a perfect, empty clone of the one around his finger. Both without their power.
He reaches out to pick up the ring, but his hand stops just inches above it. He lifts his gaze to Nyx.] Mind if I...? [Look at it. Copied ring or otherwise, it feels like it belongs more to Nyx than to himself.]
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Date: 2017-06-23 06:30 pm (UTC)(Internally, though, is another matter. Ten years ago, he was forced to come to terms with his father's death on the fly. No time to breathe, no time to mourn. Only to keep moving forward, pressing grief down further and further within himself to deal with it later.
Later's now, hilariously enough. But he refuses to unravel in front of Nyx, and so he only sits up straighter in his chair, hand still clenched around his soda can.)]
So the peace treaty really was just a sham. They never intended to see it through to the end in the first place. [He knew that, but hearing it from Nyx only reiterates this a hundred times over. Noctis eyes the ring that the Glaive sets on the table, a perfect, empty clone of the one around his finger. Both without their power.
He reaches out to pick up the ring, but his hand stops just inches above it. He lifts his gaze to Nyx.] Mind if I...? [Look at it. Copied ring or otherwise, it feels like it belongs more to Nyx than to himself.]