Noctis stiffens, but he doesn't let go of him. He won't. This is Dex's turn to tell him, his darkest, most painful secret -- and from the way he shakes, the way he understands without judgement, he knows in his heart that whatever he did, no matter how grievous and awful, that he hadn't intended for it, too.
Guilt. Pain. Dex knows this on a visceral level, and Noctis shifts only to look at him, wanting to know more -- he can't judge, not for this, and Dex needs him to be here more than he needs any sort of moralizing. He reads the words in his signs, clear as day.
He killed the world, and he's borne the burden of that guilt ever since -- how heavy it must be, on those lean, narrow shoulders. ]
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Noctis stiffens, but he doesn't let go of him. He won't. This is Dex's turn to tell him, his darkest, most painful secret -- and from the way he shakes, the way he understands without judgement, he knows in his heart that whatever he did, no matter how grievous and awful, that he hadn't intended for it, too.
Guilt. Pain. Dex knows this on a visceral level, and Noctis shifts only to look at him, wanting to know more -- he can't judge, not for this, and Dex needs him to be here more than he needs any sort of moralizing. He reads the words in his signs, clear as day.
He killed the world, and he's borne the burden of that guilt ever since -- how heavy it must be, on those lean, narrow shoulders. ]
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