[ The light around them disperses; hers does, anyway. ] Noctis.
[ She calls him, and he'll feel her two hands still squeezing his. Should he open his eyes, he'll see that the false sky above has no stars or moon, but instead has lightened to a pastel lavender to signal that morning approaches. She repeats his name, this time with more enthusiasm, and perhaps a bit breathless. It's as if she's expended a good amount of energy, is excited, or both. ] Noctis!
[ Her hands squeeze his again, her voice, her gaze, her everything-- proud. She knows-- he has it. Or, well, the beginnings of it, a part of it, because she was there when he obtained it. ]
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[ She calls him, and he'll feel her two hands still squeezing his. Should he open his eyes, he'll see that the false sky above has no stars or moon, but instead has lightened to a pastel lavender to signal that morning approaches. She repeats his name, this time with more enthusiasm, and perhaps a bit breathless. It's as if she's expended a good amount of energy, is excited, or both. ] Noctis!
[ Her hands squeeze his again, her voice, her gaze, her everything-- proud. She knows-- he has it. Or, well, the beginnings of it, a part of it, because she was there when he obtained it. ]
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