getting the news that sei was dead still cuts deep, even if he knows they weren't as well acquainted as plenty of others may have been. but every life lost to this place is just hurtful; really, only someone who was completely unfeeling wouldn't be at least marginally affected by now, he thinks.
really, he isn't even sure what he's doing with his time. the lounge seems like a good place to go because it's at least quiet; he doesn't really expect company, but when he sees xion there, he doesn't turn away, either. she has to be taking this hard, and remembering how she was after riku's death—noctis doesn't really have it in him to turn away.]
...Hey. [he's quiet, and definitely somber in tone—there's little way to be anything but downtrodden at a time like this. but he takes a seat in the nearest chair to her, immediately leaning forward in it, hands clasped as they hang over the gap between his knees and head dipped. he sighs, heavy and troubled.
he's not sure what to say to her. "are you okay," isn't enough (she's not okay), and noct doesn't have the words he wants.
why is this so hard? isn't it supposed to get easier? shouldn't he be getting better at helping the friends around him who are suffering most?]
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getting the news that sei was dead still cuts deep, even if he knows they weren't as well acquainted as plenty of others may have been. but every life lost to this place is just hurtful; really, only someone who was completely unfeeling wouldn't be at least marginally affected by now, he thinks.
really, he isn't even sure what he's doing with his time. the lounge seems like a good place to go because it's at least quiet; he doesn't really expect company, but when he sees xion there, he doesn't turn away, either. she has to be taking this hard, and remembering how she was after riku's death—noctis doesn't really have it in him to turn away.]
...Hey. [he's quiet, and definitely somber in tone—there's little way to be anything but downtrodden at a time like this. but he takes a seat in the nearest chair to her, immediately leaning forward in it, hands clasped as they hang over the gap between his knees and head dipped. he sighs, heavy and troubled.
he's not sure what to say to her. "are you okay," isn't enough (she's not okay), and noct doesn't have the words he wants.
why is this so hard? isn't it supposed to get easier? shouldn't he be getting better at helping the friends around him who are suffering most?]
Um... [#nailedit
or more like
#hetried]