[ He can feel it, the way Dex's hand comes to rest on his, warm and seemingly all-encompassing. He squeezes his hand again -- he mustn't be selfish, Dex is having a terrible time of it, too; but there is comfort he finds in the other, as strange as it might sound. With Dex, Noctis can be more honest -- after all, he had promised he would make things right for Ignis and Prompto, that all they'd said won't come to pass.
Right now, he's not so sure he can fulfill that promise. He looks back at him, recognising just what Dex intends even without words. He wants him to talk, to open up, and with Dex, it's easy. It's easy because he's accepting, because he's likely been through worse times and perhaps he'll understand. It's easier to confide in Dex when he's hurting, too, and he swallows the lump in his throat. And so he tells him his story; the first person Noctis finds it in himself to be able to tell. ]
My dad died. A few months ago. He was killed after he sent me and my friends away. There was uh -- supposed to be the signing of a peace treaty. [ He pauses, his heart clenching. ] They turned on him, but I think he knew that was going to happen. I lost my home. And so many, many people, they uh. They died.
[ My people. The memory hurts, still, grief and anger burning a hole in his heart. His dad smiled when he sent them off, and Noctis knew no better. ]
It's... I should move on. [ Because that's what kings do. But he's a son, too, which makes things even more difficult. And times like these, with Ignis and Prompto on the other side of the proverbial glass, he has never felt more alone. ] I failed a lot of people. They got hurt because of me. And Luna -- uh.
[ The knot in his throat thickens. It's so hard, so hard to say, even to Dex. ] Anyway. Sorry. I should be better than this.
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Right now, he's not so sure he can fulfill that promise. He looks back at him, recognising just what Dex intends even without words. He wants him to talk, to open up, and with Dex, it's easy. It's easy because he's accepting, because he's likely been through worse times and perhaps he'll understand. It's easier to confide in Dex when he's hurting, too, and he swallows the lump in his throat. And so he tells him his story; the first person Noctis finds it in himself to be able to tell. ]
My dad died. A few months ago. He was killed after he sent me and my friends away. There was uh -- supposed to be the signing of a peace treaty. [ He pauses, his heart clenching. ] They turned on him, but I think he knew that was going to happen. I lost my home. And so many, many people, they uh. They died.
[ My people. The memory hurts, still, grief and anger burning a hole in his heart. His dad smiled when he sent them off, and Noctis knew no better. ]
It's... I should move on. [ Because that's what kings do. But he's a son, too, which makes things even more difficult. And times like these, with Ignis and Prompto on the other side of the proverbial glass, he has never felt more alone. ] I failed a lot of people. They got hurt because of me. And Luna -- uh.
[ The knot in his throat thickens. It's so hard, so hard to say, even to Dex. ] Anyway. Sorry. I should be better than this.