[Something better? Those words alone are enough to pull Noctis' out of his focus, of him trying to imagine everything that was being explained to him. Ravus, the Ring, his father, Drautos-- all of it, interrupted by everything in him crying foul at the idea of Niflheim making anything better.
He had seen the consequences of an Empire too hungry for power, after all. An open door for others with twisted, underlying motivations to waltz on in, utilizing deception at every turn; Ardyn using the Empire to further his own agenda.
The hands in his lap slowly clench into fists, and Noctis looks at Nyx with an expression beyond serious.]
Everything gets worse better it gets better. [A sliver of bitterness there, but Noct thinks he's allowed to sound at least that much.] The Ring did find its way to me. [That much is obvious, at least. He hesitates, then:] Luna gave her life to make sure of it.
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He had seen the consequences of an Empire too hungry for power, after all. An open door for others with twisted, underlying motivations to waltz on in, utilizing deception at every turn; Ardyn using the Empire to further his own agenda.
The hands in his lap slowly clench into fists, and Noctis looks at Nyx with an expression beyond serious.]
Everything gets worse better it gets better. [A sliver of bitterness there, but Noct thinks he's allowed to sound at least that much.] The Ring did find its way to me. [That much is obvious, at least. He hesitates, then:] Luna gave her life to make sure of it.