elemancy | week 3; someone get this kid a punching bag.

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week 3; someone get this kid a punching bag.

[they fucked up. they fucked up so bad, and noctis knows...

well, he's partially responsible this time.

it's a heavy, weighted sickening feeling. what the hell kind of prince—kind of king can he be? he didn't save anyone back home; not his family, nor his betrothed, not even his friends could escape getting wounded at his hand. and then this place comes along, and the carnage is so raw. people close to his friends—

people who are innocent.

how many more people are going to get hurt or killed while he's like this, helpless to defend them?

it all starts to spill over. it's been weeks upon weeks of loss and pain, and while he's kept so much of that muted to try and do a better job—so he could go home to eos and save everyone there from the troubles that come with a certain empire STEALING!!! THE CRYSTAL!!!! but he's not fully equipped for this, and without the chocobros there to give him some sense of reason, he loses his cool. that's why he bolts from the building the moment he's able to. and he makes it a bit away, to another nearby building before.]

Dammit, why!? [he's yelling it to no one as he just... slams his fist into the building. which hurts like fucking hell, because noctis is definitely not strong enough to defeat a load-bearing wall. that's. probably going to bruise later, honestly.]

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[it's the sort of thing that noctis appreciates—and he'll undoubtedly express his gratitude for it later.

that's the sort of person noct is, after all. even though barnham is straightforward and maybe a bit too much so in some ways, he's saying things noctis has needed to hear for a while now. while the others would have been the ones to be his voice of reason normally... everything had just gone so wrong.

with ignis losing his vision, prompto following him around like a puppy, and gladio either helping ignis or yelling at noct to man up to his duties, he really lose some of that support. boarding the train was the beginning of moving past some of that, but they'd barely had any time. and with noct now being the one to try and guide the younger ones like xion and percy to not reach their breaking point without crying it out—

(funny how that works, right? he knows how it goes, but he's so bad at expressing himself.)

he needs this.]

I don't know much about flowers but... they're native to Tenebrae. And she loved them enough to grow them. She gave me one, when we were kids she told me they were used to weave the royal family's crowns.

[so it had a pretty significant meaning, for the crown prince and the oracle to share something like that. especially as time passed and she became (so suddenly) his betrothed.

though he could hardly forget what they look like when he has one in that book, he still squeezes his eyes shut to try and describe them.] They're... blue. With a lot of petals. Sometimes she would write and tell me about her garden... more... like a field. I think there were that many.

[he's definitely trying hard to hold his composure. lunafreya is someone precious to him; that's why even though their marriage was arranged, he took no issue with it. he had been... kind of excited in a way, once he had time to let it sink in.

and then she was ripped away, along with his kingdom.

he's not sure if she knew that, either. though he could imagine she wasn't opposed to their wedding, he doesn't know how much she wanted their wedding, and he doesn't know if she knew that he felt strongly about it as well.

maybe it was strange when they hadn't seen each other in twelve years, but umbra's appearance with the book always thrilled him. there was so much about her—so much he hardly even thought much of until it was too late, because he took for granted that she'd be safe, somehow.]

[Barnham has no frame of reference for any of this, of course. Different royalty, different worlds, different customs. He knows nothing of flowers, or anything of the sort, because the Storyteller does not use them or have them.

But.

That does not mean he doesn't understand the significance, and how much they mean to Noct. It's a shame, honestly, that they're out in this desert like this. Finding any sort of blue flower would be entirely impossible, and he knows it.

(But grief has its own ways of showing.

This is a start, and he can only encourage it.)]

I see. It takes a very patient soul to raise flowers such as that, I would imagine.

[Tell him more about Luna--as much as Noct can handle talking about, as much as he needs to say until he feels less like he's been holding it in all on his own.]

[strangely enough—noctis doesn't has nearly as much of a problem talking about who luna was in life. it's her death and the things that surrounded it that make him struggle a lot more.]

She...

[okay.

maybe it's not that easy, but that's not from his sadness. it's just because he's kind of embarrassed to talk about it. noctis... not being so good at expressing himself and being perpetually embarrassed even when his best friends would rib him about his betrothed—it's not any easier. but if nothing else, there is a bit of a shift in his tone as he says a couple of things.

slowly.]

Was warm. Always wanted to help people and carry out her duties. [as oracle, but he's just going to kind of.

you know, not talk about her oracle powers because she's a witch, probably.]

She was strong and held her own, though. Even when things were bad—she did what she wanted and didn't let people hold her back.

[and maybe that in itself was telling of their feelings. if luna really didn't want to marry him, she would have found a way to refuse, even if she got hurt in the process. that was the sort of person she was.]

...Everyone loved her. Even people that never met her, they all admired her. [she never once really needed him, he's sure of that. he relied on her for a lot, in strange, small and subtle ways.

the part he truly can't say though is how pretty she was. and how when he saw her take the podium in altissia—she was even prettier than he'd remembered. of course, it had been twelve years since he'd seen her in person, but even still. she was beauty, she was light—

she really was something special.]

[It's good to hear. It may be difficult for him to talk about, and embarrassing (Barnham at least understands that very well, feelings are embarrassing and hard to talk about, okay... he gets it...), but he still thinks it's good that he does. That Noct can think of her in this way despite her death, and remember her for the things that he admired about her.

That he can think so fondly of her, despite the clearly tragic circumstances surrounding her death.

This is a delicate matter, and admittedly, Barnham isn't great with delicacy. He's honest and straightforward, and he's been trying his best this entire time to get Noct to open up--now that he has, though, he's honestly not sure where to go from here.

There's a quiet nod, and then, simply, he speaks from the heart, as honestly and honorably as ever, and hopes that that's enough.

He presses a fist over his chest, a knightly salute, and says:]

Then I shall remember her just as this. Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, the oracle who was admired far and wide for her devotion to her duties and her cause. Who was gentle enough to raise flowers, and fierce enough to stay true to herself.

[He takes a slow breath in, and nods.]

For what it is worth, in a game such as this--she shall be remembered.

[By Noct, of course--but now Noct isn't alone here in remembering her. Barnham will as well, for as long as he lives.]

[perhaps the strangest part of this is all is the fact that... it means something to noctis. it tugs at his chest a little, because there's a brand of sincerity that comes with barnham's words that resonate with him.

this guy—he's a real good knight, isn't he?

there's a long moment where he remains quiet, and it's not because noctis doesn't actually know what to say. it's because he's giving that moment to luna, honoring her memory quietly. there's still so much he feels about this situation, and it's clear enough that one night to grieve properly may not really be enough. it's not only her he's mourning after all. it's all the lives lost so senselessly; both at niflheim's hand and those here that couldn't hold onto their lives longer. for the deaths that weren't avenged because they have murderers in their midst who will shamelessly try (and succeed) at getting away with it.

but it's short lived, because he can't handle a silence that feels drawn out and heavy when the onus is on him.

so after that moment, there's a tug at the corners of his mouth; a smile that is small, but very sincere and full of his own gratitude.]

...Thanks. [for remembering her, but for listening and calming him down. he still feels like he could be at the edge of tears, but they're kept at bay for now. this—it may have been what he needed more than he even realized.] Seriously... thanks.

[At that thanks, there's a faint smile on Barnham's face, even as he shakes his head as well. Noctis... is a good soul. A good soul who has been through a lot, but that is the lot of those in power. Now, removed from the situation as he is, Barnham can see the position the Storyteller was in a little more clearly, though Darklaw is still something that pains him.

He doesn't think too hard on it.

Instead, he focuses on this, and shifts to dump the melting ice from the cloth away to grab more.]

...Do not forget to take the times that you can to grieve for what you have lost.

[Because the lot of those in power, too, is that they can't in the public eye. There are always those counting on them, always those depending on them, and thus they cannot crumble.

But.

That means it's all the more pressing.]

For you shall have to be strong the remainder of the time. I am well aware you have no desire to shirk that duty, and that is as it should be.

[He returns, placing the ice more gently then on Noct's knuckles, and nods.]

But though that duty rests upon you...that does not mean you should not also take care of yourself--mind and body alike.

[...]

I believe you know this--but occasionally, a reminder cannot do too much harm.

[he takes the moment to stretch out his hand; it's definitely not the most comfortable thing he's ever experienced.

...even if it's kind of his own fault for punching a wall.

but he still listens barnham's words, taking note of some very sound advice... things he really has needed to hear. there hasn't been anyone to tell him in a long time—and he gets the feeling that barnham understands his reasoning better than anyone else here could.]

'ppreciate it.

[he does, because he believes in the fact that barnham is just being kind and honest in his advice. he's straightforward, but for a person like noctis, that's... honestly quite necessary.]

Guess I got caught up in helping everyone else.

...Trying to find a way out. And... the ones who never lost anyone before this.

[he can't help it. he may be a bit reserved, shy and bad at expressing himself—but noctis is definitely a bit of a bleeding heart. he really does his best to help everyone around him, and at times, it's to his own detriment. it's not something he can turn off, and while there are times when he can be a bit selfish and unable to see the perspective of others...

well, he's a bit of an immature king, that. he's not quite ready for the weight of his duties, and sometimes the blowback from trying so hard wraps around and causes even more problems than what he started with.]

Can't let this place beat me... but I gotta try to make sure it doesn't beat the other ones who want good, too. [they're going to be a guiding hope, aren't they? the ones who are truly good and want to fight against this bullshit.

they can't let that light go out, though noct sees well enough that he's doing it at the cost of his own well-being by quite a bit.]

[Yeah, probably avoid punching walls in the future, Noct. Barnham would approve of that plan of action. For now, though, he inclines his head, acknowledging. Honestly, it only commends Noct to Barnham more. He was just trying to help the people here who needed it most.

But even so--]

You have done nothing wrong, Young Noctis.

[Wanting to save people, wanting to help people--trying to get people through this, and help them, and stay strong through all of this suffering.]

This has simply been a reminder--you cannot protect others if you cannot protect yourself.

[Emotionally and physically, Noctis has to look to himself first. It's harder to do in the chaos of this place--so he'll just remind him when things have finally quietened down just enough for that to be the case.]

The others shall need you again soon enough.

I know.

[that's how it always is, after all. for all that noct needs to rely on others back home—he knows how many people are counting on him, too.

it's something he's struggled with a lot, having so much responsibility put in his hands when he wasn't anywhere near ready for it. but the truth of the matter is he found ways to step up to the plate enough, didn't he?

he knows that he's nowhere near as capable as his father. not as a man, and certainly not as a king. but there are people—kids—here who need help and guidance from him because he can understand their struggles in ways that some of the others may not.]

I'll figure it out, somehow. How... to protect as many people here as we can.

[he's really not sure how, especially with some irresponsible people who seem to be willing to walk into a death sentence to sate their curiosity. but he can't give up, either, right?

he just has to figure it out, be smart about it...and try not to let the worst get the better of him.]

But remember--you are not alone.

[Even if it feels like he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders and that he has to do so much to try to save people who aren't necessarily willing to be saved--

Noct isn't alone. There are others with the same goal, and quite honestly:]

Should you require support, others shall be there for you.

[Barnham will be there for him.]

I swear that to be true.

[it's still strangely assuring for him to hear—sometimes, it's just the thing he needs. even if noctis is more than aware of that fact, actually hearing it at a time when trust among them all is starting to bottom out...

it's a good thing, to be sure.]

I know. Not the kind of thing anyone can really handle alone, right?

[which...

well, is to say for noct that he'll be relying on having that kind of support behind him.]

Indeed it is not.

[So ultimately...they have to depend on each other, even if he knows that trust isn't exactly easy in a place like this. But still--]

They intend to remove all trust we may have in each other through this game.

I shall not allow for it.

[Or at least... he'll try....]

...That's gonna be a tough sell.

[even though it's clear that noctis wants to trust in people too. he's not into the idea of believing everyone may be his enemy, or that he'll be betrayed at the drop of a hat.

he knows it's possible. of course he does; he was raised with healthy dose of knowing that he has to have some skepticism.

but that optimism is the thing he's trying to hold on to in order to get through this situation. it's so tough otherwise—this is what noct has to cling to.]

I guess... we gotta find the ones that really can't be trusted, though.

... They may be those who we wish to suspect least of all.

[Which is a frightening thought, but--]

Nonetheless, a life jumping at shadows is hardly a life at all. Yes, we must be wary, and yes, we must find those traitors who would cause us harm... but that does not mean we must spend our time here doubting every last situation we face, either.

[They have to do their best, after all.]

Be cautious, but do not despair. We are not alone in this place, and that is a strength, not a weakness.

Yeah. I'm not planning on giving up. Not really my style, y'know?

[he's really trying to keep as positive an outlook as he can about it.]

Not really into suspecting the worst of people anyway. [he draws in a breath, quiet.] Messed up as it is...

I think even good people will play the game if their backs are against the wall. It doesn't make it okay, but I... I still get it.

Nobody really deserved to die in the first place, but it's not like I expect everyone to be ready to give up their own lives to save someone else. That's.. hard to do.

... Indeed. It certainly is.

[he can't deny that much; even if Barnham would give his life willingly in the defense of his city or innocents, he can't blame people for not being willing to make that same sacrifice. He became a knight solely because he was prepared for that fate, should it ever come.]

There is little room for mercy in this game, which, I believe...is all the more reason we must remember to hold to our mercy, and our empathy.

I'm planning on it.

[he wants to have at least that much faith in himself.]

If I haven't snapped by now, I think I can handle it. [with how badly this entire week went, the closest he came to losing it was punching a wall.

which really... isn't all that bad.

all things considered.]

I believe you are right.

[Except that the pressure is going to get worse and worse as they go.

Welp. IT'S PROBABLY FINE.]

Keeping your head held high... is the best that can be done at a time like this. They shall not break you.

[It's a good thing--he's proud.]

[the difference here is that noct is pretty sure that he'd do just about anything over actually snapping to the point of killing someone else in that way.

...which is not to say he wouldn't ever end a life at all, but he wouldn't do it just because of this game, and it would have to be truly deserved and justified.

(you know, like some smarmy ass guy responsible for ruining his entire life? fuck ardyn izunia with a piping hot dildo, etc.)]

Yeah. I'll do my best. But... you gotta do the same too.

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