[ Can Ardyn stop doing that, that thing with the arms, when he's standing so close? He'd never asked for a front-row seat to this walking human(-ish) disaster. Noct would swat at him if his arms weren't so graciously occupied by the mercy of holding firewood. Firewood that he most definitely should be putting to use by tossing it in the fire sooner rather than later, lending him excuse to walk away.
'Cause what reason was there left for him to justify fighting this man with no Gods, no Crystal, no Eos to deliver away from darkness? (No reason other than the ones that burned as poison from the depths of his memory.) ]
Right. Like you don't already know. [ He's not bitter about it. He's not. Ardyn hadn't pushed him into the Crystal, only-- stood there while Noct was getting devoured, anxious and frantic for the friends that he'd had to left behind for, what, a trip into the world of light? Oh, and the monologue, of course. Yeah, he's definitely not bitter. ] The hell would you want to know that for anyway?
[ Digging his heels in over so simple a question: Noctis Lucis Caelum, ladies and gentlemen. ]
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'Cause what reason was there left for him to justify fighting this man with no Gods, no Crystal, no Eos to deliver away from darkness? (No reason other than the ones that burned as poison from the depths of his memory.) ]
Right. Like you don't already know. [ He's not bitter about it. He's not. Ardyn hadn't pushed him into the Crystal, only-- stood there while Noct was getting devoured, anxious and frantic for the friends that he'd had to left behind for, what, a trip into the world of light? Oh, and the monologue, of course. Yeah, he's definitely not bitter. ] The hell would you want to know that for anyway?
[ Digging his heels in over so simple a question: Noctis Lucis Caelum, ladies and gentlemen. ]