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week 3; bros who suffer together, survive together (maybe)
[most of the afternoon was spent outside the reaches of the main town, out on the homestead. it was... not easy. nor was it fun. really? noct could use probably about.
oh, who knows?
84 naps? 84 naps sounds good.
either way, before he does that—there's someone else he sorely needs to check on. but when noctis doesn't see percy anywhere in sight, his first thought is to see if he's in his room. he... understands this well. too well, given what had happened in altissia.
(though perhaps worse in some ways, if only because noctis saw it and was helpless, but this isn't a competition for worst way for your girl to die and be dead, so he's sure as hell not considering it that way.)
he'll knock softly at the door.]
Hey... it's me. [noct is so good at greetings, right?] Got a sec?
oh, who knows?
84 naps? 84 naps sounds good.
either way, before he does that—there's someone else he sorely needs to check on. but when noctis doesn't see percy anywhere in sight, his first thought is to see if he's in his room. he... understands this well. too well, given what had happened in altissia.
(though perhaps worse in some ways, if only because noctis saw it and was helpless, but this isn't a competition for worst way for your girl to die and be dead, so he's sure as hell not considering it that way.)
he'll knock softly at the door.]
Hey... it's me. [noct is so good at greetings, right?] Got a sec?
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[which he doesn't think there is. they never even found her body.]
She wouldn't want it. That's... it's not the kind of person she was. [no matter how much he may want her back, that's just not how luna is. she was so dedicated to her duty, and giving her life while carrying it out—
that's luna. she didn't live with regrets that way, that was why she was there when she was, right? his dreams told him that too... that luna left, but she did so with no regrets.]
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But…it doesn't have to be today, right?
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[he nods. he gets it.] Not just her. Everyone who was killed unfairly—none of them deserved any of this.
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[good going on the tact there, noct. he winces a little—he knows nobody died fairly, that every death was unjust, but the point is that it's not just about saving annabeth, but everyone who got sucked into this.]
Just wonder if there's anything we could even offer. We don't... we don't even know what the terms are to compete with it.
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[and trust is going to keep deteriorating.]
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[the more people end up dead, the more killers they end up not finding—he doesn't yet know how bad that will actually be, but his confidence in that much is undoubtedly a bit shaken.]
...But yeah, I do. At least a bit.
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...that, I think, will make it a little easier at least.
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[A pause.] ...sorry about this, Noctis.
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Nothin' to apologize for.
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[Please tell him to stop talking, now he's just rambling further.]
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[it's just how it is.]
Start simple, I guess. [noct can be trusted at least, percy.]
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[#bros
it's a pitiful attempt to get his mind off things, but it's fine.]
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[the bro code you learn when gladio is one of your bros, apparently.] Y'know. Tough love.
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[because they're dumb boys.]