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mental link // S72
DIASPEIREIN To scatter, spread about. | MELIORISM The belief that the world gets better. |
ORIFLAMME A symbol or standard that inspires confidence, devotion, or courage. | VANGUARD The troops moving at the head of an army. |
DIASPEIREIN To scatter, spread about. | MELIORISM The belief that the world gets better. |
ORIFLAMME A symbol or standard that inspires confidence, devotion, or courage. | VANGUARD The troops moving at the head of an army. |
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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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Still. He soldiers on.]
You ever think I came out here to check up on a teammate? Check up on a friend?
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Friend, huh...
[He's silent, but surprise and gratitude radiates outward. A singular warmth in a flood of grief and sadness.
Noctis is bold enough to give Nyx a little nudge with his elbow, grinning weakly despite himself.]
You're just trying to soften me up for running more laps in the morning.
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But it's more of a personal need to make sure he's doing okay, as opposed to anything else. They do need to have clear minds for the missions, sure, but in the end, Nyx is genuinely worried. He'd go out of his way for anyone.
He gently pushes back, with a tiny smirk.]
Caught me red-handed.
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Well... even if that's the case, thanks.
[The sense of loss is great, and Nyx's reassurances are small, yet still exponentially better than not having anything at all. At having no one here to worry for him.
There's a small amount of comfort to be taken in that.]
...For looking out. I'll try to return the favor.
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[Not that he ever cashes out, or forces anyone to pay up. Not his style.]
I know how this is going to sound, but you'll be okay. Not because we have to be. Just because I don't think you'd give in.
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Noctis straightens in his seat, nodding.]
You're right.
[Sorrow and loss are not so easily swept under the rug, but he'll not find himself tripping over it again and again. The memories of his broodmares were worth more than a weight chained to his ankles, holding him back.]
...On the tab it is, then.
close it up here?
Let me know if you ever need anything. We're in this together, until the end.