[He laces his hands together, to stop the fidgeting. Fingertips brush against the cool surface of the Ring as he takes in everything that Nyx has to say, letting grief wash over grief. He doesn't try to keep it at bay; it laughably feels a bit like of a default state to him, right now.
Making his own destiny here, is that what it would come down to? Ripping himself away, even if only temporarily, of what the Astrals had written for him. It felt wrong, though he hates to admit it to himself -- he knows that he's just a plaything of a prophecy, and that he should celebrate the reprieve from carrying its weight.
But tell that to the guilt, threatening to override this sense of freedom. His duty, torn asunder, screaming at him, What about Eos? What of the world in darkness? Of all your friends? All the ones you've lost? You've left them, abandoned them. For what? You can't save anyone here. You don't even know what you're doing.
Noctis closes his eyes, biting all of this back.]
Don't make promises you can't keep, Nyx.
[Cynicism bleeds out, sharp at the edges. It always does, when he's like this.]
But I'll try. [Silence again, before he turns his head just enough to look at the Glaive next to him.] If my title doesn't mean anything here, then yours shouldn't either.
[He's not disparaging. He's offering a release of responsibility, if Nyx wants it. He doesn't know if he would or not.] I appreciate you talking to me, but you're not obligated. It's like you said, we're just two people trying to do our jobs. You have enough to worry about as it is, than to come out here, making sure your King isn't falling apart.
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Date: 2017-07-09 05:36 pm (UTC)Making his own destiny here, is that what it would come down to? Ripping himself away, even if only temporarily, of what the Astrals had written for him. It felt wrong, though he hates to admit it to himself -- he knows that he's just a plaything of a prophecy, and that he should celebrate the reprieve from carrying its weight.
But tell that to the guilt, threatening to override this sense of freedom. His duty, torn asunder, screaming at him, What about Eos? What of the world in darkness? Of all your friends? All the ones you've lost? You've left them, abandoned them. For what? You can't save anyone here. You don't even know what you're doing.
Noctis closes his eyes, biting all of this back.]
Don't make promises you can't keep, Nyx.
[Cynicism bleeds out, sharp at the edges. It always does, when he's like this.]
But I'll try. [Silence again, before he turns his head just enough to look at the Glaive next to him.] If my title doesn't mean anything here, then yours shouldn't either.
[He's not disparaging. He's offering a release of responsibility, if Nyx wants it. He doesn't know if he would or not.] I appreciate you talking to me, but you're not obligated. It's like you said, we're just two people trying to do our jobs. You have enough to worry about as it is, than to come out here, making sure your King isn't falling apart.