[ He isn't the only one, Luna haunted by the what-ifs that accompany all major decisions. The ripples in the pond around her, every footstep making new ones. Some cause tidal waves while others just disappear with the sunset. She can't control everything in her life, but she did what she could to see her duty through to the end.
She should be dead and that's a new guilt she's dealing with. She'd said goodbye to Noctis, had given him the ring, and prepared for the tide to take her. She'd dealt with the idea of never seeing Nyx again, of losing that dry, sarcastic humor that seemed to calm her in such a strange way. He kept her in check and she respected him for it, even if she didn't always comply.
And it's that almost instantaneous trust they'd built that has her crumbling in front of him, the touch with almost failing rattling her more than her having died for a moment or so - of being on her own through all of this. Yes, Gentiana was by her side at times, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the level of companionship and support she'd have had if she'd allowed Libertus to accompany her, if they'd waited for Nyx.
She manages a soft laugh through the wave of tears, her bruised right cheek stinging from the movement. The thickness in her voice matches his, though she's unsure why. It would be too much to devote thought to reasoning right now, instead riding her emotions for once in what seems like forever. ]
Yes, it feels as though it's been a lifetime. I... [ She reaches out to touch the hand resting on the railing of her bed, expression shifting as her gaze moves from his, to his hand, and back up. ] You're hurt. [ It's not a question and yes, she's already shifting slightly in her bed to try to ease at least a little of his pain because that's what she does. Ever selfless, even on her not!death bed. It's one of the few ways she knows how to return the kindness shown to her, a gift so rare a far between. Give herself completely to ensure their success or survival. She'd released Regis's hand as a child to protect her people, had endured verbal and physical abuse at the hands of the Niflheim Empire to be able to help those outside of her city that were in need, and again she gave the last of her strength to Noctis to give him the last boost to successfully commune with Leviathan and get her to agree to assist him.
This was her purpose on this plane of existence. This was all she'd known for the last 12 years. Perhaps in another life, she might've been allowed to move past that... But such luxuries were not handed out like breaths of sweet, summer air that had been warmed by the sun. ]
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She should be dead and that's a new guilt she's dealing with. She'd said goodbye to Noctis, had given him the ring, and prepared for the tide to take her. She'd dealt with the idea of never seeing Nyx again, of losing that dry, sarcastic humor that seemed to calm her in such a strange way. He kept her in check and she respected him for it, even if she didn't always comply.
And it's that almost instantaneous trust they'd built that has her crumbling in front of him, the touch with almost failing rattling her more than her having died for a moment or so - of being on her own through all of this. Yes, Gentiana was by her side at times, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the level of companionship and support she'd have had if she'd allowed Libertus to accompany her, if they'd waited for Nyx.
She manages a soft laugh through the wave of tears, her bruised right cheek stinging from the movement. The thickness in her voice matches his, though she's unsure why. It would be too much to devote thought to reasoning right now, instead riding her emotions for once in what seems like forever. ]
Yes, it feels as though it's been a lifetime. I... [ She reaches out to touch the hand resting on the railing of her bed, expression shifting as her gaze moves from his, to his hand, and back up. ] You're hurt. [ It's not a question and yes, she's already shifting slightly in her bed to try to ease at least a little of his pain because that's what she does. Ever selfless, even on her not!death bed. It's one of the few ways she knows how to return the kindness shown to her, a gift so rare a far between. Give herself completely to ensure their success or survival. She'd released Regis's hand as a child to protect her people, had endured verbal and physical abuse at the hands of the Niflheim Empire to be able to help those outside of her city that were in need, and again she gave the last of her strength to Noctis to give him the last boost to successfully commune with Leviathan and get her to agree to assist him.
This was her purpose on this plane of existence. This was all she'd known for the last 12 years. Perhaps in another life, she might've been allowed to move past that... But such luxuries were not handed out like breaths of sweet, summer air that had been warmed by the sun. ]