[ In the end, she's not quite sure why she asked who or what this belief that him being less or hurt is the norm that he must accept-- because it doesn't quite matter in the bigger scheme of things. For if it is his gods, she cannot tell them otherwise. If it's only Noctis, then that's something she can only support in overcoming. More likely, it's a combination of both.
He had been fearful, upset, panicked moments ago, drowning as she guided him to breathe-- all from the idea of losing someone who had hurt him, from the idea that he can want for better, the idea that he shouldn't be hurt. He had this sort of reaction to this, instead of months ago when he had almost died in her arms-- and even before then, when he had witnessed his death in the future to come. Losing others is far worse to him than losing his own life. Being hurt himself is far less than hurting others. And so, he accepts being hurt.
Shamefully, it's taken her a year for her to realize the actual extent at which this claws at him. A whole year, when the signs were there...
Pyra leans over him, scooting back some so that she might bend a little more to have her arms crossed over his chest, dipping her head to his shoulder from behind. Before speaking any more, there she whispers, wanting to just hold him, and repeat this-- ] I love you, Noct.
[ --Because has she said it today? This very same morning, perhaps, but not since then, and so this is as good a time as any. She can't undo his inner turmoil, but she can try to understand and try to help and try to be there for him, even though it seems that month after month after month, something terrible befalls him, something hurts him, or someone hurts him. With so much sorrow hitting him, it really would seem as if he's not meant to be happy, because the future deems otherwise.
But she's here to battle and believe each and every time that it doesn't have to be this way for him. ] I love you, and... listen, please. You don't deserve to be hurt.
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He had been fearful, upset, panicked moments ago, drowning as she guided him to breathe-- all from the idea of losing someone who had hurt him, from the idea that he can want for better, the idea that he shouldn't be hurt. He had this sort of reaction to this, instead of months ago when he had almost died in her arms-- and even before then, when he had witnessed his death in the future to come. Losing others is far worse to him than losing his own life. Being hurt himself is far less than hurting others. And so, he accepts being hurt.
Shamefully, it's taken her a year for her to realize the actual extent at which this claws at him. A whole year, when the signs were there...
Pyra leans over him, scooting back some so that she might bend a little more to have her arms crossed over his chest, dipping her head to his shoulder from behind. Before speaking any more, there she whispers, wanting to just hold him, and repeat this-- ] I love you, Noct.
[ --Because has she said it today? This very same morning, perhaps, but not since then, and so this is as good a time as any. She can't undo his inner turmoil, but she can try to understand and try to help and try to be there for him, even though it seems that month after month after month, something terrible befalls him, something hurts him, or someone hurts him. With so much sorrow hitting him, it really would seem as if he's not meant to be happy, because the future deems otherwise.
But she's here to battle and believe each and every time that it doesn't have to be this way for him. ] I love you, and... listen, please. You don't deserve to be hurt.