[ Lunafreya is torn. She is happy because she is able to touch Noctis, to hold him and feel his warmth and to take in everything that is Noctis. To be able to bask in his presence after twelve long, grueling years separated. An ocean and a war between them couldn't even stop them, not really, considering that this sweet young man continued corresponding with her even though he really didn't have to.

She will never not be grateful for him, for his companionship over the years. If he hadn't bothered writing to her, she thinks she would have lost her mind. Twelve years is a long time to be in captivity, and while a good portion of her life wasn't the best, every single time Umbra came back with the notebook it lifted her spirits and pushed her forward.

Noctis saved her life in that aspect. He gave her something to live for, something that wasn't merely duty and destiny, and for that, she doesn't think she can ever properly repay him. Not that she will get the chance to do that now.

As his head finds its way into her neck, she lifts a hand to the back of his head, stroking her fingers through his hair in a gesture she certainly hopes he will find comforting. But it is his words that has her eyes widening slightly. ]

Never. [ Her voice is quiet and gentle, and she tips her head to press a single kiss against his temple. ] You have never let me down, Noctis. Not now, and not ever. Please, never think such things. You have only ever lifted me up... I am sorry that you are here, but it is no fault of your own. So please, never think that you let me, or anyone else down.