[ Rule well, young king, he had spoken to the dawn. Briefly, his eyes narrow in thought. Noctis doesn’t seem to want that title or the formalities, to be “important”... Nyx hopes that only applies here in an alien world where there is no Lucis to rule. However, while the nation had fallen in Eos, her people and hope still survive. They still need him to rise. The world does, too, if the princess speaks truth.
Nyx observes the proffered hand. Right. There’s a new purpose. That doesn’t mean he’s entirely comfortable with the means. The difference in their statuses are too great, despite what Noctis says. Him insisting otherwise one time, just as Nyx arrives, isn’t going to change this view so easily.
“No one important.”
That makes two of us, he thinks. ]
Touch restores this world, huh.
[ Reaching over, he shakes his hand, and although forced, his tone adopts something more casual. ]
no subject
Nyx observes the proffered hand. Right. There’s a new purpose. That doesn’t mean he’s entirely comfortable with the means. The difference in their statuses are too great, despite what Noctis says. Him insisting otherwise one time, just as Nyx arrives, isn’t going to change this view so easily.
“No one important.”
That makes two of us, he thinks. ]
Touch restores this world, huh.
[ Reaching over, he shakes his hand, and although forced, his tone adopts something more casual. ]
Talk about an easy solution.