[ She's so happy to see him, and being able to actually touch him, to feel the warmth of his cheek under her fingertips. He's not an elaborate vision of some sort, not a dream that she's going to wake up from. He is warm and wonderful and everything she remembers him being, albeit far taller and stronger than he was during their younger years.
But that happiness also comes with guilt of her own as it suddenly really hits her: if Noctis is here, that means that he, too perished. That her efforts were in vain, her intentions to do what she could for him to help him proceed and to further ensure his safety were for naught.
Lunafreya had wanted so badly for him to live, and yet it seems not even the divine efforts of the Oracle, of a woman so bent on trying to keep him safe were not enough.
She's about to open her mouth and speak but the words don't get the chance to come out. As he lowers his lantern onto the ground she decides to do the same, and then he's pulling her into a hug that makes brings this whole thing home for her. It takes her a split second to respond; she's not been shown any sort of physical affections in years. But just as quickly, common sense kicks in and she wraps him up in an embrace of her own. She buries her face into his shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut, taking in everything that is Noctis. ]
You have no reason to apologize, Noctis. [ He doesn't, either, as far as she's concerned. This sweet, brave young man did everything he could. He did his best, and in the end, isn't that all anyone could ask for? ] If anyone should be sorry, it is I... as happy as I am to see you, I never wanted to see you in death. Not for a long, long time.
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But that happiness also comes with guilt of her own as it suddenly really hits her: if Noctis is here, that means that he, too perished. That her efforts were in vain, her intentions to do what she could for him to help him proceed and to further ensure his safety were for naught.
Lunafreya had wanted so badly for him to live, and yet it seems not even the divine efforts of the Oracle, of a woman so bent on trying to keep him safe were not enough.
She's about to open her mouth and speak but the words don't get the chance to come out. As he lowers his lantern onto the ground she decides to do the same, and then he's pulling her into a hug that makes brings this whole thing home for her. It takes her a split second to respond; she's not been shown any sort of physical affections in years. But just as quickly, common sense kicks in and she wraps him up in an embrace of her own. She buries her face into his shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut, taking in everything that is Noctis. ]
You have no reason to apologize, Noctis. [ He doesn't, either, as far as she's concerned. This sweet, brave young man did everything he could. He did his best, and in the end, isn't that all anyone could ask for? ] If anyone should be sorry, it is I... as happy as I am to see you, I never wanted to see you in death. Not for a long, long time.