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week 5; he hates this the most
[he upset.
he's the most upset he's been in the entire time since they showed up in this hellhole—and even though he's furious with her, furious with the sheriff, and furious about everything...
he's sad, too. he's sad, because this is incredibly senseless in every way. sara didn't deserve any of this. not being a bandit, not being threatened, not having to kill anyone and not sending herself to death by breaking the rules. it should've been him, instead, he thinks.
she's so much more important right now. in every way, sara's place in this game is so much more than his own, and he would have laid his life down for it because he knows the stakes are that high. of course, it's too late for that, and he knows now more than ever he has to keep living—because living and being able to help the rest of the game is the only way to save her, too.
so when he finally shuffles to her jail cell—it's pretty late. he waits until he knows it's quiet, when nobody is going to interrupt and when he's cooled his head at least a little.
(though not very much, and it's obvious he's been crying at least a bit.)
but he'll just plop on the ground in front of her cell, and unlike at the trial, he's looking her right in the eyes. he has things to say, things to ask, but all he starts with is:]
I wish I'd known sooner.
he's the most upset he's been in the entire time since they showed up in this hellhole—and even though he's furious with her, furious with the sheriff, and furious about everything...
he's sad, too. he's sad, because this is incredibly senseless in every way. sara didn't deserve any of this. not being a bandit, not being threatened, not having to kill anyone and not sending herself to death by breaking the rules. it should've been him, instead, he thinks.
she's so much more important right now. in every way, sara's place in this game is so much more than his own, and he would have laid his life down for it because he knows the stakes are that high. of course, it's too late for that, and he knows now more than ever he has to keep living—because living and being able to help the rest of the game is the only way to save her, too.
so when he finally shuffles to her jail cell—it's pretty late. he waits until he knows it's quiet, when nobody is going to interrupt and when he's cooled his head at least a little.
(though not very much, and it's obvious he's been crying at least a bit.)
but he'll just plop on the ground in front of her cell, and unlike at the trial, he's looking her right in the eyes. he has things to say, things to ask, but all he starts with is:]
I wish I'd known sooner.
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But, well. She trusts Noct, and it's true that they know very little about where they came from. ]
I was born in North Ambria, which happens to be a pretty small country with not a lot of income, other than a jaeger corps that took on jobs and sent the money back home. Think mercenaries, pretty much. I was drafted into that corps when I was still a little girl, and I didn't get out of it until six years ago when someone saved my life on the battlefield.
[ A pause... ah, Beatrix, the sweet and terrifying angel. ]
After that, I became a bracer, which is a neutral party focused on protecting civilians and helping maintain the peace. When my guild was shut down, I was roped into becoming the teacher for an experimental class at Thors Military Academy-- Class VII, the first class to be filled with commoners and nobles, kids from all different backgrounds.
... You could say a lot happened after that.
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but this is sara's life, and he want to make sure he remembers the things she tells him about it.]
...Guess that explains why you didn't seem like much of a teacher in a lot of ways. [it's a dry joke, existing almost solely to dissipate some of the tension.
in some ways, she wasn't. but the way she looked out for others, and her obvious guilt over bloodying her hands to kill a child—she's more of a teacher than even she may realize.
but even still...]
Thanks. [for telling him. he won't pry that deep, he won't ask what she means by "a lot happened" if she isn't going to offer it freely. he'll listen if she's got more to say, or just chat with her in turn—whatever.]
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You can tell me about yourself, too.
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[since he never did explain... why he knows how to use so many weapons. but very few people know the truth—the other bounties do, because it came up, and a couple of other people, but that was all.]
I'm... from a place called Insomnia. The capital of Lucis— [oh hay, sound familiar, because it's in his name?] My country.
My dad was the king of Lucis. Before he died. We.... were at war with another empire, Niflheim. They were supposed to make a dead for peace, and my dad sent me off to marry someone from Niflheim. Lady Lunafreya, our world's Oracle. I hadn't seen her in twelve years, but...
[he'd wanted to.] Umbra is Luna's dog, he used to travel between us so we could keep in touch.
[she was important. but he doesn't say she's even gone, instead:] It was all bullshit. After I left Insomnia, the Niffs attacked, killed my dad, and stole the Crystal our family is supposed to protect. What keeps our people safe.
[it's been a tough situation, and that's not really the whole of it.]
The Lucian bloodline—that's why I know how to use so many weapons. Usually, I can summon them and use them at will.
[what a long-winded explanation. but just as her story was important to her (no matter how sara tries to spin it), noct's is important to him too. the fact that he's royalty, that people are depending on him... that's made this whole experience that much more terrifying for him.]
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But a prince, huh...? A prince who'd lost his father, which likely meant an empty throne for the time being. ]
Well, you're definitely different from the prince I know. You've definitely had it rough, though.
[ An understatement, she knows. ]
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I'm... probably not like most princes, I guess. [he knows that he's not exactly uptight and proper like most royalty is known to be. he's not the type to think of himself as above others, nor is he very refined.]
It's been tough, but... that's the way it goes, right? I just... have to keep going.
[somehow. it's hard and he's not really sure how he'll do it, or carry on.
but he's trying, and she's one of the people he doesn't want to let down.]
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But you'll keep going, for sure. You'll get through this, Noct.
[ Even if she won't be there. ]
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[it would be better if she was going to be there, though. it's going to be so much tougher without her in so, so many ways.]
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[ Okay, Batman. ]
... Oh right, one more thing.
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One... more thing? [and that would be?]
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[ There's a pause, and then Sara closes her eyes and leans back against the wall. ]
I don't think it'll make much of a difference, but...
A teacher should talk about her students at least once before she dies, right?
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Yeah. I think so... they're important to you, right? [isn't that how most teachers feel about their students?]
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[that they're still learning and growing.]
Do... you want to say anything else about them? [he'll listen if she does, otherwise, he'll make sure the names aren't forgotten.]
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She'll cry, and she's not ready for that. So, after a minute, Sara shakes her head and speaks somewhat thickly. ]
No... I think that's enough from me.
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All right.
[he shifts slightly.]
So... I guess that's it, then.
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Thanks, Noct. You should really get some rest.
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[he moves to stand, slowly—though he doesn't entirely want to leave. but both of them sitting in silence would definitely be too much, and he still needs to go check on barnham, too.
but what comes next is quiet, a bit heavier.]
Take care... Sara. [with wherever she goes from here, with whatever that other side holds.
he still wants things to be better for her than they have been.]