[ As Noctis lets these thoughts out of both his heart and mind, Nyx remains silent once again, listening to the pains of the young King beside him. No one was dealt a favorable hand in all of this. Not a single one of them. Nyx accepted the consequences of wanting to give the future to those who wish to see it. But Luna, King Regis, Crowe.. they didn't deserve that hand. Didn't deserve to go out like that. Noctis even... to find him here, trapped within this perpetual night when he was to bring light to their world. Some kind of sick irony right there Bahamut is that you?? if you ask him.

But he can imagine the guilt Noctis must feel- have felt. The pain that settles within his chest of not being good enough, not being able to save the people he cares about most. He can feel and taste that pain so strongly... because it's the very same pain which he's carried himself. Why he always wants to play the role of Big Damn Hero. So he gets it. He does. And it's why he can't really even say anything to that. Not because he doesn't know what to say. But because he knows that sometimes there's just nothing to say.

Though when he catches Noctis coming a little closer out of the corner of his eye, he turns his attention onto the young King and comes to smile a bit then. ]

Not gonna give me a hard time for it?

[ He jokes softly, but he'd do it again if he had to. Honestly. ]

I don't really know a lot of what this place has around here. But if it's anything like the Empire had, wouldn't say no to having a bit of a magic on me.