He knows, logically, that even if it was, he shouldn’t be here. He should be nothing at all, nothing left after giving everything away everything to save Eos from the Starscourge — no spirit, no soul, the only lingering trace of his life existing in the memories of those he left behind. And yet here Noctis sits at a table for two, a candlelight dinner on a high balcony, affording view of the night sky so dotted with stars that it’s dizzying. He sits, straight-backed and awkward, mildly confused, looking at the dark-haired woman sitting across from him.]
Uh…
[Eloquent, as always. He swallows and tries again.]
I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.
[Someone said something about a blind date, and maybe he should have protested. But caught in a state of perpetual dumbfoundedness which still clings to him even now, it never crossed his mind to argue the point until, possibly, it’s too late.]
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He knows, logically, that even if it was, he shouldn’t be here. He should be nothing at all, nothing left after giving everything away everything to save Eos from the Starscourge — no spirit, no soul, the only lingering trace of his life existing in the memories of those he left behind. And yet here Noctis sits at a table for two, a candlelight dinner on a high balcony, affording view of the night sky so dotted with stars that it’s dizzying. He sits, straight-backed and awkward, mildly confused, looking at the dark-haired woman sitting across from him.]
Uh…
[Eloquent, as always. He swallows and tries again.]
I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.
[Someone said something about a blind date, and maybe he should have protested. But caught in a state of perpetual dumbfoundedness which still clings to him even now, it never crossed his mind to argue the point until, possibly, it’s too late.]