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[Foreshadowing... such a nice and academic way of phrasing it. It really does feel more like they'd been training him on the steps of his sacrifice, and there's little comfort to be found in that. What use is there to cause him pain any step of the way, when he'd been raised for this and couldn't turn away from it even if he wanted to? It just seems so needless...

Still, he doesn't like that his fate is causing her grief again, so he reaches his hand up to curl around her fingers, gently shaking his head.]

It's... okay. [Or it's close enough that he can bury it, anyway.] I'm used to that by now. Just need some time to adjust to this too.

[ She doesn't like this, how he's supposed to push through it every single time-- and he truly does seem to have terrible circumstances, or terrible luck, or terrible everything when it comes to many things happening here in Havenwell... as well as his own home. It's bleak, it's awful. She doesn't believe him, that he's okay. ]

Thirteen you said..... will the rest appear here for you, too?

[ Is he going to have a flashback (or forward) to that vision every single time, she wonders... ] ...And is there anything I can do to help?

...I don't know. [To both questions, honestly. He wishes he had a better answer for her.] There isn't much to do. I have to collect the Arms- if they show up here, it would be bad if I just shut them away in a closet somewhere. I don't even know if I can do that.

[He didn't have to touch the Royal Arms to activate them- he'd only ever reached out in their direction and they'd been drawn towards him like magnets, like they were meant to be together. Even with the unpleasantness of that memory, he doubts he could bear the thought of not collecting them if they were here.]

It's bad for a few seconds, but the payoff is worth it. I'm stronger like this, and that's good, isn't it? Maybe they're showing up for a reason.

[ Her thumb brushes over his palm as she holds his hand. ] That's... I agree. The more power you have, the more you might be able to help others.

[ Should he be able to use it effectively, anyway, which she doesn't doubt.

She also doesn't doubt that there might still be some straggling beasts in the areas the barrier had expanded to. Even still, there might be another day where the barrier might shatter again like before. This power is his birthright, one he can use to defend. ] You think that... the deities are giving you weapons like this to prepare for something?

Don't know that either.

[His expression looks torn between doubt and concern.]

I've stopped trying to predict why gods do anything, either home or here. Maybe they recognize what we're doing and are trying to reward me, but the method isn't perfect. Maybe they're giving back what they stole when they brought me here.

[There's a handful of options, and not all of them are great, but not all are bad, either.]

Either way, not like I can say no. If I need them, I'll have them. If I don't, then it's no harm done.

[ A good thing, she thinks, to never conclude on an assumption of the powers-that-be. Such folly had led to ruin in her own world, when they had made such assumptions. Noctis provides a more casual attitude regarding the practicality of the gift.

So, she nods. ] ...Alright. [ She forms a smile for him, but it's not as grand as it may have been when she first greeted him at the door. ]

Noct... may I ask you something?

[He glances sidelong at her, his brow quirked.]

You don't have to ask me that every time- just say it. You can ask me anything.

[He can't guarantee a decent answer every time, but he won't begrudge her questions.]

[ There may come a time, she fears, that he does not wish to talk. Or a time in which he feels like he doesn't want to answer questions. This is why she is careful. ]

That vision... That future... is it worth knowing?

[A heavy question, and one he has to consider for a long moment. One that deserves consideration. He frowns, his brows furrowed. The concept of "worth" is a little too flexible to give a blanket answer. What had he traded away, and what for? His own peace of mind for a slice of the future? Any hope that he could live to see the end of this journey had been taken away by the Draconian. Her vision had only let him see the method of his demise. So what was that worth?]

Things... have changed a lot since that day, haven't they? [He glances down at their hands.] I made some decisions that I don't know if I could've without the right push.

[ When he glances down, her fingers shift to interlace with his, and she brings their held hands between them.

If he had made a decision to be with her because of that awful vision... ] I wish it could have been a gentler push.

No... it's not just that. [He shakes his head, a little frustrated with himself; he's bad at explaining himself on a good day, nevermind when he's feeling so conflicted and screwed up from acquiring the Arm again. But she'd asked, and... it's important that she know.] Like I said, I already knew. It'd been a different worry to carry- I'd been told I had to die, but how? Would I get there, would it be enough to bring the sun back? How could my life be worth that much? I wasn't given the chance to consider any of it, or ask questions. It was the same as it always goes with the Astrals. Just accept their word and don't question anything. Don't look for answers when you know they won't come.

[He hesitates, his gaze still lowered, then lifts their joined hands so he can press his lips briefly against the back of her palm, raising his eyes to seek hers.] You... you gave me a lot, that day. An answer for myself was one of them, something Bahamut wouldn't offer. And you let me choose to be selfish, to... to do something I wanted to. [To kiss her, to let her kiss him.] Any vision that helps me realize I shouldn't waste time on wanting and not acting... that's worth it, to me.

[ She listens in silence as he explains himself. The more he talks, the firmer he seems to become with his answer, as if he's determined to have her understand and accept it. That firmness in his tone, accompanied by the tender kiss upon her hand, is what's needed for her to accept that he means it. That it is worth it. It's terrible that he was hurt, and he cannot help his reaction to the reminder of the vision, but even so... he doesn't wish to "waste time", to not act.

She remains saddened, yes, that he must suffer at all, but.. It's moments like these where she's in awe of him, to turn something so harrowing into what can only be described as a power of the spirit, noble and profound.

And, privately, she realizes that it's this trait of his that has made him quite attractive to her. ] O...okay. [ She replies after a moment, quiet.

Then, as if finding her voice again: ] ....I.... understand. [ She feels the same way with her own circumstances. ] And I love this part about you.

[Her response helps him smile again, tentative and hopeful.]

That's... that's good. [He exhales, briefly closing his eyes in relief.] I thought- I didn't want you to believe it was your fault, or that I chose this for the wrong reason, or- I don't know. I'm not good at this. But I want you to know that this is my choice, now and back then. If I didn't mess that part up, then that's what matters. [A beat, and then-] I think. Right?

[ She nods once, twice, a third time to go along with what he says, encouraging. Yes, she understands better now. While she knows he can fumble sometimes-- who doesn't?-- when push comes to shove, he truly knows how to be both eloquent and inspiring in a way that is genuine. ]

Consider me reassured, Noct...

[ Her hand squeezes his. ] I... just want to make sure you're okay. You said that, ah, you're not sure what I can do to help. But if you ever come up with anything, you'll let me know, alright?

I will. Promise, I will.

[He glances down between them, at their joined hands. Usually acquiring the Royal Arms involves a long trek through dangerous territory, fighting through monsters or daemons and treacherous terrain, all to reach a door and a weapon that would unknowingly take him one step closer to death. Like this, it's almost too easy, but he wouldn't trade it for anything at this point. This way, no one else gets hurt, and he can stand here with her like this, safe and whole instead of exhausted and covered in grime and blood or worse. Even if she can heal better than the rest, why wish for anyone to go through all of that? This is much, much more preferable.]

Hey... you know the upside of this? The Armiger'll work properly, now. I think I can get in some real training with it.

[ She peers at him inquisitively. ] What... do you mean “properly”?

[ She’s been under the impression that it’s been working as it should be! ]

Ah... you saw when it hit me, how they all came out and spun around like that?

[He gestures vaguely in a circle, relieved to have found a fitting distraction.]

Guess you could call it my special attack. With enough weapons and energy reserved for it, I can bring them all out at once and they'll attack and shield me on instinct. The more Arms I have, the better it gets.

[ She had been more focused on how the star stabbed right into him, but-- yes. If she thinks about it, she does recall seeing the phantom weapons circle him.

Just the concept of what he's described evokes an awed expression. Live, multiple weapons surrounding him and behaving as a force of their own-- an extension of his own instinct-- seems like a sight to behold. ]

That's amazing... [ A bit like, she assumes, fighting alongside his family. ] Having all of your weapons out at once-- [ At this, though, she frowns. ] Does it take a lot of power?

[Her comment - and that slice of admiration - makes him feel a little better, so he nods.]

Yeah, but not in a draining kind of way. More like saving up to buy something expensive- I just put away little bits of excess energy when I'm fighting, and when I need it I can use it all at once, if that makes sense. Took a while to learn how, but that's what's been working for me so far.

[At least, it's never been as draining as summoning gods. No one was around to teach him how, so if there's a better way to do it then it's one he hasn't learned.]

[ Her hands squeeze his softly as he smiles again. He can never know the relief she feels knowing that he's feeling better. Shifting from being impaled with a phantom sword to a smile... he's strong. ]

It seems like a spectacular attack... [ Like a big attack in the middle of the battle to turn the tides, or a finishing move. ]

Did you design it yourself?

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Not exactly. I think it's mostly instinctive, and the Arms taught me, kind of? Like, the more I gathered, the better I understood how the Armiger worked. It's weird.

[He shrugs, recognizing the strangeness of it but having no better explanation. That's just how some of his magic is- anyone who could have explained it was already gone, so all he had to teach him was the weapons themselves.]

It does look pretty cool, with all the weapons out and moving.

[ One day, she thinks, she'd like to see it. Her fingers curl over his. ]

I like... how you do that. What you don't know, you learn-- you're able to teach yourself. [ Or learn how he goes, instinctual, improvising, and creative.

She brings his hands up to her lips, kissing the back of his knuckles affectionately. ]

[He blinks down at her, cheeks pink.]

Doesn't everyone do that?

[At least, things they consider interesting and want to learn... it's not as if he's made it a mission to learn everything he doesn't know. There's not enough time in even a normal lifespan for that, nevermind his measly 30-some years.]

[ Taking one step closer to him, one hand lifting from their mutual hold to his shoulder. ] Maybe... But you also overcome so many obstacles.

[ Her gaze lifts, wandering to the pink upon his cheeks, and she smiles at him. ]

That, I like too.

[ Finally, she leans in and bends just slightly, kissing him upon the center of his chest-- where the Star had faded into him, as if she that kiss alone could heal any phantom wound left. ]

[The kiss is what gives him pause, ultimately, realizing what she's trying to do and feeling touched by it. He's quiet for a long moment before his arm lifts to wrap around her, holding her close. He's fine enough, really - and there are no wounds to heal - but that she recognizes this pain and is trying to lift him up again... it's warm, that feeling, and he bends his head to kiss the crown of her hair in thanks.]

Yeah, well, I like you. And you're helping, you know.

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