[ When he finishes speaking, her fingers dust down the side of his cheek affectionately. His words still sound as if he's settling for less, as if this is the best he might have.
When she had first arrived, she had immediately taken any chance she'd get to engage in contact with another-- firstly, to restore this world; second, for her own, deeply tragic reasons; and thirdly, if she were to privately admit it, a want to be able to hold another's hand after being sealed for so long. Those three points have not changed in the entire year she has been here. Now comes a fourth: to restore this world for his sake, so that he doesn't have to settle for less. She hopes that, if and when this world may be more restored, the barrier that surrounds the city will collapse to allow him to have both being "just Noctis" with his own free choices... and the opportunity to travel as freely as he wishes.
Architect, but she so sorely wishes that for him. Yet-- ] I'm worried, Noct...
[ "I'll take what I can get."
--That's fair, but when he applies that to matters of family, it's that sort of mentality that will have him be hurt again, and accept that hurt as par for the course. ]
...That you'll accept anything, because you've had so little of it before. [ In terms of choices, freedom, and family. Scraps, polluted and toxic, are still something he can hold close to his heart, and when she thinks of what a lonely child he had been, cautious and wanting to not burden others, not asking for anything-- of course it makes sense that he'll accept whatever is given to him. In this world, those he has here are all he has left, because when he'll return to his world, he'll soon have nothing, because he'll give the last of himself to all. ] And when you return to your world... you'll soon have to give everything away.
[ She doesn't like bringing it up, this future of his, but perhaps it's necessary to point out what may be driving him to believe this is all for which he might settle. Even as he attempts a smile, his words alone betray how deeply ingrained in him this is.
"I can't--" He had struggled to say, moments ago. "I can't."
Her eyes close, then open, watching him sympathetically, and hoping dearly that conveying her worry won't make him feel more guilty for sharing this all with her. Don't settle, she wants to tell him. It's okay to want to not be hurt, she wants to repeat. But she wants to help him figure out, Bahamut's influence aside, this block against wanting better for himself is coming from. ]
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When she had first arrived, she had immediately taken any chance she'd get to engage in contact with another-- firstly, to restore this world; second, for her own, deeply tragic reasons; and thirdly, if she were to privately admit it, a want to be able to hold another's hand after being sealed for so long. Those three points have not changed in the entire year she has been here. Now comes a fourth: to restore this world for his sake, so that he doesn't have to settle for less. She hopes that, if and when this world may be more restored, the barrier that surrounds the city will collapse to allow him to have both being "just Noctis" with his own free choices... and the opportunity to travel as freely as he wishes.
Architect, but she so sorely wishes that for him. Yet-- ] I'm worried, Noct...
[ "I'll take what I can get."
--That's fair, but when he applies that to matters of family, it's that sort of mentality that will have him be hurt again, and accept that hurt as par for the course. ]
...That you'll accept anything, because you've had so little of it before. [ In terms of choices, freedom, and family. Scraps, polluted and toxic, are still something he can hold close to his heart, and when she thinks of what a lonely child he had been, cautious and wanting to not burden others, not asking for anything-- of course it makes sense that he'll accept whatever is given to him. In this world, those he has here are all he has left, because when he'll return to his world, he'll soon have nothing, because he'll give the last of himself to all. ] And when you return to your world... you'll soon have to give everything away.
[ She doesn't like bringing it up, this future of his, but perhaps it's necessary to point out what may be driving him to believe this is all for which he might settle. Even as he attempts a smile, his words alone betray how deeply ingrained in him this is.
"I can't--" He had struggled to say, moments ago. "I can't."
Her eyes close, then open, watching him sympathetically, and hoping dearly that conveying her worry won't make him feel more guilty for sharing this all with her. Don't settle, she wants to tell him. It's okay to want to not be hurt, she wants to repeat. But she wants to help him figure out, Bahamut's influence aside, this block against wanting better for himself is coming from. ]