[Noctis remains quiet for a bit longer, though he does offer a slight nod in response, feeling too exhausted to do much else. He's already running on fumes, and this whole situation - the theorizing, the anxiety, the second-guessing - is draining him more and more with every minute. When Ardyn reminds him they don't have to resolve it now, all he can feel is a rush of relief, and he tries to push it all from his mind. If it were that easy he'd live a simpler life, of course; all of those churning thoughts will remain, hovering over them like a stormcloud waiting to strike when it's least convenient. For now, though, this will have to be enough.
He draws back a little, finally, enough to unmuffle his voice.]
I'm tired... I'm so tired of all of it.
[An absurd thing to say to Ardyn of all people, he knows. Still, he can't help how he feels. Like he'd managed to live several lifetimes worth of grief in two decades. It's not that he wants to die, it's just he can't help wondering if by the time he faces Izunia in the end, they'll both welcome oblivion, after everything they've suffered.]
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He draws back a little, finally, enough to unmuffle his voice.]
I'm tired... I'm so tired of all of it.
[An absurd thing to say to Ardyn of all people, he knows. Still, he can't help how he feels. Like he'd managed to live several lifetimes worth of grief in two decades. It's not that he wants to die, it's just he can't help wondering if by the time he faces Izunia in the end, they'll both welcome oblivion, after everything they've suffered.]