[He squeezes Noctis' shoulder firmly, trying both to reassure himself that this is really his King. And for a moment all he can remember is the visions Mu forced upon them, Noctis' body slumped over his father's sword, cold under his hands in the harsh light of morning. He grits his teeth, sucks in a ragged breath... and then he's yanking Noctis towards him, pulling the smaller man into a tight embrace.]
Dunno if this is gonna last. [His voice is harsh for that admission and for a long moment all the Shield can do is just hold onto him.] Iggy said it doesn't, not always.
[Right. There's a question he's supposed to be answering. And if he's not arguing then does that mean this Noctis knows about the crystal? He finally lets Noctis breathe, at least, though he keeps a hand on his arm, unable to force himself to let go entirely.]
About 10 years... things get pretty rough. But we're working on figuring... I dunno something out here that we can take home.
Noct don't you dare use Nyx's line :p
Dunno if this is gonna last. [His voice is harsh for that admission and for a long moment all the Shield can do is just hold onto him.] Iggy said it doesn't, not always.
[Right. There's a question he's supposed to be answering. And if he's not arguing then does that mean this Noctis knows about the crystal? He finally lets Noctis breathe, at least, though he keeps a hand on his arm, unable to force himself to let go entirely.]
About 10 years... things get pretty rough. But we're working on figuring... I dunno something out here that we can take home.