noctis is definitely a bit bewildered by the conversation among the four; even with the things milla has told him, he doesn't know much about "lesser spirits" or origin, or chronos.
(he also doesn't appreciate being called a chump, but he'll figure out that sylph is just always a punk and sass him appropriately for it later.)
muzét is definitely equally confusing, and though he doesn't seem fazed by the fact the spirits disappear in front of him. he's mildly fazed by the kiss blown in his direction, though it's only in a mild shift in his expression as opposed to what it once might have been.
noct... has grown up a lot. and even as silence fills the air, what once would have been a sense of terror, of fear that maybe he should expect the worst is met instead with resolve. this is the fate he chose for himself, and he's always known that there was a possibility that things wouldn't work out. so even if their reunion were to end in a goodbye, he doesn't feel fear in the face of it.
but it's a possibility and not a definite. and the events that led to his untimely end? somehow, they've restored a bit of hope and light to noct, something that had been gone for the better part of those ten years.]
I... really owe you an explanation, huh. [he says, quietly. it's reserved, it's tired—but there's a sense of peace and acceptance there he may once have lacked. but noctis remains still otherwise, waiting to see what milla will say and do....
and also just watching her, absorbing this sight because it's one he hasn't seen in a decade—somehow, she looks even better than she did the last time they met.]
a fair plan
noctis is definitely a bit bewildered by the conversation among the four; even with the things milla has told him, he doesn't know much about "lesser spirits" or origin, or chronos.
(he also doesn't appreciate being called a chump, but he'll figure out that sylph is just always a punk and sass him appropriately for it later.)
muzét is definitely equally confusing, and though he doesn't seem fazed by the fact the spirits disappear in front of him. he's mildly fazed by the kiss blown in his direction, though it's only in a mild shift in his expression as opposed to what it once might have been.
noct... has grown up a lot. and even as silence fills the air, what once would have been a sense of terror, of fear that maybe he should expect the worst is met instead with resolve. this is the fate he chose for himself, and he's always known that there was a possibility that things wouldn't work out. so even if their reunion were to end in a goodbye, he doesn't feel fear in the face of it.
but it's a possibility and not a definite. and the events that led to his untimely end? somehow, they've restored a bit of hope and light to noct, something that had been gone for the better part of those ten years.]
I... really owe you an explanation, huh. [he says, quietly. it's reserved, it's tired—but there's a sense of peace and acceptance there he may once have lacked. but noctis remains still otherwise, waiting to see what milla will say and do....
and also just watching her, absorbing this sight because it's one he hasn't seen in a decade—somehow, she looks even better than she did the last time they met.]