[You're not enough. Those words should be shattering, heard by Noctis who carries the weight of his own world with him everyday. Not being enough meant not being able to save everyone. It meant that his own existence, sparked to life by the need of sacrifice, was still lacking.
He could save all of Eos. He could call upon gods themselves, he could destroy the Usurper who laughed at them both. How could he not be enough to save Annie?
But there's no shock, no indignant looks. Only the sound of disappointment in his voice.]
Something… [He doesn’t know what to say, and so the sentence just tumbles out, not able to see any other solution.] Something is better than nothing.
[If there is one thing that Noctis is forever good at, it is sending a spike of sentimentality directed straight at someone's emotions. Easy to do, for someone just as emotional.]
You really don't have to apologize. Neither of us were really... at one-hundred percent at the time. ...I wasn't angry.
[He was just really confused and shocked and unprepared to deal with it.]
[That overbearing sadness, he means. The ironic part is that if he loses another broodmate… well. She wouldn’t be around for him to worry about it being a repeat situation anyway.]
Sometimes I might rely on this whole “being in each other’s head” thing too much, I guess. So... sorry.
[-he says, for the sake of being both difficult and stubborn. For the sake of just not answering her question, because yes, he probably should be upset in some small way, but he's not.]
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He could save all of Eos. He could call upon gods themselves, he could destroy the Usurper who laughed at them both. How could he not be enough to save Annie?
But there's no shock, no indignant looks. Only the sound of disappointment in his voice.]
Something… [He doesn’t know what to say, and so the sentence just tumbles out, not able to see any other solution.] Something is better than nothing.
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You're such a dumbass.
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Maybe. Your dumbass, though.
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I'm sorry I super brainfucked you.
[ Which is really only a small expression of all the things she's sorry for in her life. ]
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You really don't have to apologize. Neither of us were really... at one-hundred percent at the time. ...I wasn't angry.
[He was just really confused and shocked and unprepared to deal with it.]
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[ A sigh. Why is he always letting her get away with this shit. ]
Should have done a better job because you were fuckin' sad, but I can't... deal with both of us at the same time. Which sucks, I suck.
[ So she just smushes her face into his shirt. ]
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You don't suck. It's fine, I promise.
[He lightly presses his chin against the top of her head.]
Next time I'll just be more careful.
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[ What the hell is being careful around a creeping cosmic horror. ]
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[That overbearing sadness, he means. The ironic part is that if he loses another broodmate… well. She wouldn’t be around for him to worry about it being a repeat situation anyway.]
Sometimes I might rely on this whole “being in each other’s head” thing too much, I guess. So... sorry.
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[ She thumps a closed fist onto his shoulder. ]
How the hell are you the one apologizing to me? Just be mad at me, I fuckin' deserve it.
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[-he says, for the sake of being both difficult and stubborn. For the sake of just not answering her question, because yes, he probably should be upset in some small way, but he's not.]
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I'm so tired.
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[He drops one arm, though the other still remains around her.]
You can afford to, just for a little bit.