[ She's about to ask what he means by others hurting themselves for his sake, but she remembers his words-- "I wasn't there for Ignis, and he lost his eyes. I almost got Prompto killed, we left him behind and couldn't turn back." From her understanding, they weren't intentionally sacrificing themselves for Noctis, even if she knows they probably wouldn't think twice about it. They were fighting for him, with him. ]
When one loves someone, ...I suppose the thought of themselves being harmed doesn't even come to mind, when it means that the one they love won't be. [ That's how she can contextualize it, and she's sure that he's been in similar situations where he's felt the need to put himself in harm's way for the sake of protecting another. Still, that doesn't help the burden he feels being on the opposite end.
She knows it, too, when he had taken a near-deadly blow from the Fetter to protect her. "Heavy to carry around" is a good way to describe being on the side of sacrificed-for, and she knows those inner battles well, the ones that scream that it's her fault he was harmed or felt the need to sacrifice his safety.
Pyra draws a breath, calming herself and refusing to fall into a pit. So she continues with what scraps have helped her-- not the guilt but the feeling of being loved, that honor of being so loved, that someone would do something reckless for her, even if she wishes he wouldn't: ]
Others fight with you, for you because you're loved. [ She's said it before, too, that he's so easy to love. Her voice softens, and she leans in, trying to emphasize her words. ] You're loved, Noct. And you do not owe that love a same sacrifice in return or anything. You can give that love back in the way that you choose.
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When one loves someone, ...I suppose the thought of themselves being harmed doesn't even come to mind, when it means that the one they love won't be. [ That's how she can contextualize it, and she's sure that he's been in similar situations where he's felt the need to put himself in harm's way for the sake of protecting another. Still, that doesn't help the burden he feels being on the opposite end.
She knows it, too, when he had taken a near-deadly blow from the Fetter to protect her. "Heavy to carry around" is a good way to describe being on the side of sacrificed-for, and she knows those inner battles well, the ones that scream that it's her fault he was harmed or felt the need to sacrifice his safety.
Pyra draws a breath, calming herself and refusing to fall into a pit. So she continues with what scraps have helped her-- not the guilt but the feeling of being loved, that honor of being so loved, that someone would do something reckless for her, even if she wishes he wouldn't: ]
Others fight with you, for you because you're loved. [ She's said it before, too, that he's so easy to love. Her voice softens, and she leans in, trying to emphasize her words. ] You're loved, Noct. And you do not owe that love a same sacrifice in return or anything. You can give that love back in the way that you choose.