mental link // S72

[servitor]

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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[somnifacient]

[That... isn't expected. Maybe it should be, with how much Noctis refuses to be treated special, to be treated like the royalty that he is. What irony is it, then, that he assumes Nyx only comes here out of some sense of obligation, some permanent shred of duty that'll never fade?]

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.

[servitor]

[The assumption wouldn't be wrong. He is honor-bound and duty-bound through and through.

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.

[somnifacient]

[A small, breathless "heh" escapes him, and he returns his gaze to nothing in particular -- the gardens, stretching out before him.]

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.

[servitor]

Put it on my tab. We'll talk about owing later.

[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.

[somnifacient]

[A long inhale, a long exhale through his nose. For what it was worth, Nyx was right. He had to be.

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?

[servitor]

[He sighs lightly. Maybe one day they'll all come to terms that their lives are nothing but misery and loss. Until then? There's only the future and those who are still alive.]

Let me know if you ever need anything. We're in this together, until the end.