[ As Noctis grieves, Nyx remains silent. From the sounds of it, he'd already known that his father had passed. It was just that he didn't know how or even why and so Nyx himself had to be the one to tell him and in doing so, of course it would open barely closed wounds.
He can't even begin to imagine the despair Noctis must carry with him at the burden of those surrounding him constantly falling in order to protect him. To have so much riding on his young shoulders. To save the world as Luna had been so adamant in telling him when he felt doubt. Those expectations, that pressure would eventually get to anyone and he has to wonder if the young King is ever really honest to others with what he feels.
He wants to reject the thanks given to him for being there as it hadn't been anything he had wished to see and, now that he's here in this sort of afterlife, he wonders if the King's face from that moment will haunt his dreams. But he says nothing, doesn't ask Noctis to not say such a thing. Instead, he sits there alongside him in silence, the crackling of the bonfire filling the quiet between them. ]
I lost my sister when the wall fell at Galahd.
[ He finally speaks, though allows his gaze to linger on the flames. ]
Seemed like no matter how hard you fought, it didn't matter against the Empire. [ He'd fought to the point where he had believed he would die and maybe a part of him didn't care. ] King Regis saved me. He didn't have to. You never have to but it was a choice he made. I owed him my life for that and it's why I stood by his side as a Glaive. To the very end.
[ For despite attempts made by Drautos to have him doubt King Regis and even come to sway him, Nyx had remained loyal to the Lucian royal family. ]
And now I stand by you here.
[ Hunched over some, he comes to look to Noctis then. ]
Not just because you're King. Not just because of who King Regis was or what I felt I owed to him. But because we both know what it's like to lose someone you love and feel completely powerless about it.
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He can't even begin to imagine the despair Noctis must carry with him at the burden of those surrounding him constantly falling in order to protect him. To have so much riding on his young shoulders. To save the world as Luna had been so adamant in telling him when he felt doubt. Those expectations, that pressure would eventually get to anyone and he has to wonder if the young King is ever really honest to others with what he feels.
He wants to reject the thanks given to him for being there as it hadn't been anything he had wished to see and, now that he's here in this sort of afterlife, he wonders if the King's face from that moment will haunt his dreams. But he says nothing, doesn't ask Noctis to not say such a thing. Instead, he sits there alongside him in silence, the crackling of the bonfire filling the quiet between them. ]
I lost my sister when the wall fell at Galahd.
[ He finally speaks, though allows his gaze to linger on the flames. ]
Seemed like no matter how hard you fought, it didn't matter against the Empire. [ He'd fought to the point where he had believed he would die and maybe a part of him didn't care. ] King Regis saved me. He didn't have to. You never have to but it was a choice he made. I owed him my life for that and it's why I stood by his side as a Glaive. To the very end.
[ For despite attempts made by Drautos to have him doubt King Regis and even come to sway him, Nyx had remained loyal to the Lucian royal family. ]
And now I stand by you here.
[ Hunched over some, he comes to look to Noctis then. ]
Not just because you're King. Not just because of who King Regis was or what I felt I owed to him. But because we both know what it's like to lose someone you love and feel completely powerless about it.