[ ...It's by the end of his first sentence that a soft breath escapes her, as if he's just said something blasphemous. His death does not merit mourning, he says, as if no one did, yet he says there is something to gained from that death, as if his passing had been more beneficial in some way. Like there had been value in keeping him--
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Her free hand raises from the water, up to him. With it, she reaches over to him-- to his cheek, to turn his face towards her. Not even half a century old, and he had perished. Dark hair, dark eyes, as blue as midnight. ] ......What force kept you lingering, that you never had a chance to mourn for what you left behind?
[ Just like Noctis, she realizes, in that he too never had a chance to properly mourn. Only this time-- it's just a tad opposite. He never had a chance to mourn who he had lost, because he thinks so little of his own feelings. ]
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Her free hand raises from the water, up to him. With it, she reaches over to him-- to his cheek, to turn his face towards her. Not even half a century old, and he had perished. Dark hair, dark eyes, as blue as midnight. ] ......What force kept you lingering, that you never had a chance to mourn for what you left behind?
[ Just like Noctis, she realizes, in that he too never had a chance to properly mourn. Only this time-- it's just a tad opposite. He never had a chance to mourn who he had lost, because he thinks so little of his own feelings. ]