[When he wakes, Noctis checks his surroundings only long enough to confirm that nothing's changed before focusing his attention on Pyra. It's as beautiful as ever here, but that doesn't matter right now. He lifts his head to look at her, but he doesn't pull away fully, curling his fingers around hers.
He waits, letting her decide what to say and how to say it.]
Who was fighting?
[He wonders why as well, but it's a pointless question. Having grown up in a world perpetually at war, there was never a good reason for it, in his experience.]
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He waits, letting her decide what to say and how to say it.]
Who was fighting?
[He wonders why as well, but it's a pointless question. Having grown up in a world perpetually at war, there was never a good reason for it, in his experience.]