[At the moment, Regis is not-as-young and scared about something much more immediate than the future. Seeing the way those lines etch themselves across his son's body makes it hard for him to breath, to even think. His hand shakes as he reaches up to bring a finger to one of those lines. He stops just short of touching the line, though, not knowing how much it will hurt if he does so. This is so wrong. So very wrong. The scars are suppose to come slowly over time, not turn his son to ash right before his eyes.]
Does it always do that?
[His voice is a tight whisper, almost as if he is afraid of the answer. If he's noticed that the memory exchange happened, he doesn't mention it. The only thing on his mind is finding out what is going on, and why the ring that should help Noctis is once again tearing him apart in front of him.]
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Does it always do that?
[His voice is a tight whisper, almost as if he is afraid of the answer. If he's noticed that the memory exchange happened, he doesn't mention it. The only thing on his mind is finding out what is going on, and why the ring that should help Noctis is once again tearing him apart in front of him.]