[He scoffs lightly, glancing down to the ground, to the pristine walkways between dirt and flowers and plants.]
Yeah. Me too.
[Nyx settles now to sit next to him, though he faces the opposite direction. It's not that he's feeling sorry for himself. It's that it's hard to find what's next when the next has been put off indefinitely. The only next is to survive to get to the other next.]
I wish I could tell you what to do, I really do. But I can't do that for you. Sometimes you really are just nothing compared to what's coming. [It's what he thinks of himself, at least, in the grand scheme of things. Nyx saw himself as a piece to get everything going in the right direction. There had never been any notions of destiny, only duty to the next generation, and the one after that.] Strength isn't in how well you hold on to your emotions. Strength is in what you do after those emotions fall.
[Nyx lets his head hang back. The grief washes over him for a few moments. It's one of the things he had used too. He fought to never feel helpless. He fights to protect those who can't protect themselves. And now he fights to make sure there's a future to get back to.]
Make your own destiny, Noctis. It's all you've got here. That destiny you're talking about? It'll be there when you get back. Right now? You've got all of this at your feet. You can keep using that loss, but don't let it eat you up. It's going to take you places you don't want to go. [Now he actually glances over to Noctis.] And you're going to lose yourself.
[He's seen it, too many times. In the eyes of his comrades. In the eyes of the people he's saved. In the refugees piling into lines to get into the city. In the people denied entrance for some arbitrary reason. Beyond the walls of Insomnia is a world full of hurt and people falling into the hurt because it was the easy way out.]
Don't be something you're not. No one cares if you're a king or a beggar here. Just do your job. We'll get through it. I promise we will.
bruh
Yeah. Me too.
[Nyx settles now to sit next to him, though he faces the opposite direction. It's not that he's feeling sorry for himself. It's that it's hard to find what's next when the next has been put off indefinitely. The only next is to survive to get to the other next.]
I wish I could tell you what to do, I really do. But I can't do that for you. Sometimes you really are just nothing compared to what's coming. [It's what he thinks of himself, at least, in the grand scheme of things. Nyx saw himself as a piece to get everything going in the right direction. There had never been any notions of destiny, only duty to the next generation, and the one after that.] Strength isn't in how well you hold on to your emotions. Strength is in what you do after those emotions fall.
[Nyx lets his head hang back. The grief washes over him for a few moments. It's one of the things he had used too. He fought to never feel helpless. He fights to protect those who can't protect themselves. And now he fights to make sure there's a future to get back to.]
Make your own destiny, Noctis. It's all you've got here. That destiny you're talking about? It'll be there when you get back. Right now? You've got all of this at your feet. You can keep using that loss, but don't let it eat you up. It's going to take you places you don't want to go. [Now he actually glances over to Noctis.] And you're going to lose yourself.
[He's seen it, too many times. In the eyes of his comrades. In the eyes of the people he's saved. In the refugees piling into lines to get into the city. In the people denied entrance for some arbitrary reason. Beyond the walls of Insomnia is a world full of hurt and people falling into the hurt because it was the easy way out.]
Don't be something you're not. No one cares if you're a king or a beggar here. Just do your job. We'll get through it. I promise we will.