[Having not realized he'd shared a memory earlier, Noctis' memory hits him with the force of a truck. In fact, Regis actually stumbles, the color going completely out of his face. He wants to try and process it, to stop the flood of emotion that makes it hard for him to tell where he is in amongst it all, but what stops the flood is not his own understanding, but Noctis frantically backing away.
The memory is no longer overwhelming him with Noctis having backed away, but that may not be the good thing that Regis was hoping for. With the flood of new feelings stemmed, Regis suddenly can recognize the horror rising in him. Those feelings are so familiar, though more distant for him than for Noctis.
He never wanted his son to feel as he himself had felt toward his father, and yet here...here...
A shaky hand lifts to cover Regis' mouth almost, but not completely, muffling his whispered words.]
By the Astrals, what did I do?
[When... What had made him become so much like his own father? Why had Noctis had to face such distance and coldness during their last moments together?
Why? Why had it turned out like this when all he wanted was anything but that for his son?]
But why???
The memory is no longer overwhelming him with Noctis having backed away, but that may not be the good thing that Regis was hoping for. With the flood of new feelings stemmed, Regis suddenly can recognize the horror rising in him. Those feelings are so familiar, though more distant for him than for Noctis.
He never wanted his son to feel as he himself had felt toward his father, and yet here...here...
A shaky hand lifts to cover Regis' mouth almost, but not completely, muffling his whispered words.]
By the Astrals, what did I do?
[When... What had made him become so much like his own father? Why had Noctis had to face such distance and coldness during their last moments together?
Why? Why had it turned out like this when all he wanted was anything but that for his son?]