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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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it just hurts.
it hurts a lot, because he can't stand the feeling of loss. and he can't stand it even more when it was preventable—or when he's helpless to do anything about when he knows what's coming. there are probably people more broken up about it, but noct is at the end of his rope. with how much he was suffering before this place had even come into place, losing more friends and trusted allies is....
too much to bear, honestly.]
Tell... tell me what you can. Anything. Everything. [whether it's about the roles and her findings or anything else. he just... wants to hear whatever it is she has to say right now.]
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[ Sara honestly feels like she's talked too much today-- but if Noct's requesting that of her, she'll comply. ]
I know who your Bounty Leader is, and I knew before Ash said it that he knew all of the roles without having one of his own because he learned it from the Sheriff's computer. I know Milla's a Bounty. I know Percy and Jason are helping. I was trying to investigate the people who were put into stocks every week, to see what connection I could pick up, but... well. Annabeth, Simon, and Russell didn't have roles, and that was before I knew the Deputy role existed. I don't know who they are, though.
Aaaand I know that Hal's employers have names I can't pronounce because they're not human and not even all that sentient. They exist outside of time and space and they do this kind of game once a year to keep from getting bored and something about things being 'off' is blood's not 'spilled appropriately in ways they desire' or something like that. This game is only here to sate them.
Also when it ends, we may or may not remember it.
Also Barnham's actually a pretty amazing kisser.
[ well, he said anything. ]
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[not that there's any practical use for it except for good fucking god mom and dad have been kissing and now he's probably going to have to execute her.
yeah, he'll try to keep that part out of his mind.
instead, he takes a moment to absorb that information; he's pretty sure that not all the bounties know all of that stuff, anyway. it's good, helpful information, and he's grateful that she's telling him, even if it's too late for what needs to be done and who they've still wanted to investigate.
but it's too hard to dwell on that, so instead:]
I'll... look after him. [barnham, he means.
he's not sure what else he could say. what else he could say. he's upset. there's so much he never really told her about himself, and so much he never got to learn about her, either.
he took it for granted, didn't he? that somehow, someone like her would be smart and strong and survive without giving in.]
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And that there was no way she'd be able to stay quiet about it. ]
Thanks. [ It's one of the things she was most concerned about, after all, but she closes her eyes with a grateful smile. ]
Take care of yourself, too. I'll try and keep in touch, but I can't promise a whole lot.
[ Will they ever get the chance to just sit and talk about other things again? She's not sure. ]
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Do... you mind if I stay a bit longer?
[at least he'll ask first.]
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I'm not going anywhere.
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[he'll admit, even if a bit sheepishly.]
Guess I just want to make up a little for time wasted.
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[but.]
Mind... telling me more about you? Or... where you're from? [he wants to remember her properly.]
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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.]