He knows it's so, so difficult. Seeing Sara die when she was clearly someone important to Noct can only be... well, difficult. But this is necessary and important, and there's no going back from it. This sword is meant for Noctis.
And so he'll deliver it to him.
But... watching Noct crumble just like that is something that is so much harder than he expected.
He's quiet for a long moment, just staring sorrowfully at Noct's shaking shoulders. What...should he do? He should probably reach out to him. He should probably comfort him in some way. That seems...
Right.
He lifts a hand, but before he gets anyway, he blinks, a little startled, and ends up lifting said hand to his cheeks instead. Ah... weird. He wasn't expecting...tears at all.
But the wetness on his cheeks is something that he can't deny even if he'd want to, and for a moment all he can do is stare bleakly at Noct before he abruptly looks away, at least trying to turn his face away. No, no, no. He can't break here. He's told himself he won't. He's decided that he would have resolve.
Resolve doesn't look like this, a broken knight with tears on his cheeks, unable to even comfort the equally broken prince in front of him.]
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He knows it's so, so difficult. Seeing Sara die when she was clearly someone important to Noct can only be... well, difficult. But this is necessary and important, and there's no going back from it. This sword is meant for Noctis.
And so he'll deliver it to him.
But... watching Noct crumble just like that is something that is so much harder than he expected.
He's quiet for a long moment, just staring sorrowfully at Noct's shaking shoulders. What...should he do? He should probably reach out to him. He should probably comfort him in some way. That seems...
Right.
He lifts a hand, but before he gets anyway, he blinks, a little startled, and ends up lifting said hand to his cheeks instead. Ah... weird. He wasn't expecting...tears at all.
But the wetness on his cheeks is something that he can't deny even if he'd want to, and for a moment all he can do is stare bleakly at Noct before he abruptly looks away, at least trying to turn his face away. No, no, no. He can't break here. He's told himself he won't. He's decided that he would have resolve.
Resolve doesn't look like this, a broken knight with tears on his cheeks, unable to even comfort the equally broken prince in front of him.]