[Regis can't help but be stunned that he'd not even noticed the exchange when it happened, but then again, his son had been burning to ash in front of him. To say he was distracted was an understatement.
The night he had first put on the ring, hu? He supposes the fire might have been what caused his mind to go back to that. After all, even with all the time that has passed, he still remembers looking at his face in the mirror and noticing how tired the flickering candlelight made him look.]
Sometimes I wonder how differently things might have gone if your mother had not been there to support me that night.
[His eyes drift to the side as if he is perhaps imagining her there with them now. The words are also a distraction since he is now all too aware that his own concerns about his father being in the Ring rather mirror the concerns that Noctis shared with him back at the beginning of all this.]
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The night he had first put on the ring, hu? He supposes the fire might have been what caused his mind to go back to that. After all, even with all the time that has passed, he still remembers looking at his face in the mirror and noticing how tired the flickering candlelight made him look.]
Sometimes I wonder how differently things might have gone if your mother had not been there to support me that night.
[His eyes drift to the side as if he is perhaps imagining her there with them now. The words are also a distraction since he is now all too aware that his own concerns about his father being in the Ring rather mirror the concerns that Noctis shared with him back at the beginning of all this.]