[Noctis picks up the second Ring, turning it over in his hand. The detail and design were exactly the same, but it wasn't as if he expected anything different. It held weight in what it represented -- its symbolism something he had viewed as a burden for such a long time.
In a way, maybe, he still does. He only carries it with a modicum more of grace, now.]
All of that trouble... just for me.
[Guilt, again. It shoots through him, dull and cold. But Noctis doesn't bask in it, he only moves his eyes to look at Nyx directly.]
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Date: 2017-06-27 03:48 am (UTC)In a way, maybe, he still does. He only carries it with a modicum more of grace, now.]
All of that trouble... just for me.
[Guilt, again. It shoots through him, dull and cold. But Noctis doesn't bask in it, he only moves his eyes to look at Nyx directly.]
You said... you used it? What did you see?
[And did it hurt? It must have.]