[Noctis was hearing things. That was the only reasonable explanation for the voice that he had just heard.
Or he was still asleep and for some unfathomable reason he was dreaming about being here, out in the makeshift graveyard. Probably so his consciousness could mock him with the names of the rest of his friends. Of all of the people who had fallen because of him. Of all the people who were meant to be here, but had apparently been lucky enough to find themselves somewhere else.
But the voice speaks again, soft and calm, and he knows instantly who it belongs to. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand, because he's listened to it so many times, always dropping everything the instant the broadcast would begin. Had heard it in his dreams, like a guiding light that's trying so hard to bring him through to the other side.
It guides him now, forward, deeper into the darkness, towards the sound of it and the quiet whimpering of a child. Doesn't get too close, only swings his lantern up to try and illuminate the surroundings a little bit more for her.
She looks - he shouldn't be surprised. Because he had looked the same when he arrived. Dirty and torn and bruised, but the outward signs of the battle that took their lives are gone now.]
No idea. But if anyone can help them, it's definitely you.
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Or he was still asleep and for some unfathomable reason he was dreaming about being here, out in the makeshift graveyard. Probably so his consciousness could mock him with the names of the rest of his friends. Of all of the people who had fallen because of him. Of all the people who were meant to be here, but had apparently been lucky enough to find themselves somewhere else.
But the voice speaks again, soft and calm, and he knows instantly who it belongs to. Knows it like he knows the back of his own hand, because he's listened to it so many times, always dropping everything the instant the broadcast would begin. Had heard it in his dreams, like a guiding light that's trying so hard to bring him through to the other side.
It guides him now, forward, deeper into the darkness, towards the sound of it and the quiet whimpering of a child. Doesn't get too close, only swings his lantern up to try and illuminate the surroundings a little bit more for her.
She looks - he shouldn't be surprised. Because he had looked the same when he arrived. Dirty and torn and bruised, but the outward signs of the battle that took their lives are gone now.]
No idea. But if anyone can help them, it's definitely you.