[ and this—this is the stupidest, hardest part of all to say. the reason he’s attributed to himself, without memories to make sense of it, and the archangel telling him not to dwell on what he’s done. his sin has been committed and all he can do is atone, but sometimes, in his quiet hours, he can’t help but wonder what drove him to do it all. ]
Loneliness.
[ he’s just so lonely, even now. even with all his friends around, it’s like a void in his chest that he can’t fill.
when noctis touches his cheek, though, he visibly calms—grateful, immensely so, for the warmth of a human hand against his face. he touches noctis’ fingers back, just a brush, in the silence of waiting for noctis’ answer. ]
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Loneliness.
[ he’s just so lonely, even now. even with all his friends around, it’s like a void in his chest that he can’t fill.
when noctis touches his cheek, though, he visibly calms—grateful, immensely so, for the warmth of a human hand against his face. he touches noctis’ fingers back, just a brush, in the silence of waiting for noctis’ answer. ]