[ As he tilts his head to bump against hers, she lowers her hand from his shoulder, bringing her hand up to pet lightly through his hair. After hearing the pain in his voice, she hesitates for a moment on how to proceed. Does she ask him to elaborate on hos he feels, is this pain to great to warrant a distraction?
Perhaps... empathizing works. A little pain shared, to know she's been there, too. ]
Like... knives, doesn't it? Losing those lights.
[ ... ]
The greatest hardship of all is.... forgiving the guilt of allowing such lights to slip from one's hands, especially when it had been beyond one's power to keep them, and only being able to watch them from afar.
[ Like little stars, they become, beacons upon the horizon, bright and pure, but untouchable as the sky turns. Inspiring, but only in hearts and memories. ] They're still there, Noct. All of them.
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Perhaps... empathizing works. A little pain shared, to know she's been there, too. ]
Like... knives, doesn't it? Losing those lights.
[ ... ]
The greatest hardship of all is.... forgiving the guilt of allowing such lights to slip from one's hands, especially when it had been beyond one's power to keep them, and only being able to watch them from afar.
[ Like little stars, they become, beacons upon the horizon, bright and pure, but untouchable as the sky turns. Inspiring, but only in hearts and memories. ] They're still there, Noct. All of them.