[ He is so very tired, having not truly slept in days. The fight in the coliseum tore out every last bit of energy he had within him. But for some reason, he finds the strength to rush across the street and close the distance between himself and the strange girl in the distance. ]
[ But the closer he gets, the less strange the girl appears. Noctis' eyes widen and his mouth goes partially agape, the breath in his lungs exiting and leaving him empty and twisted. He hadn't seen her die, but he bore witness to her demise and had gotten confirmation of her death when he came to. Again... Again, this place brings someone back to him and he-- ]
Luna.
[ He can't think. It's a surprise that he can even speak, but her name falls from his lips cracked and hoarse. Suddenly, he can't move fast enough. ]
Luna!
[ She's clearly seen better days, and he has to wonder if this place has been so cruel as to bring her here at the cusp of death. Noctis' throat begins to burn, and he hurts just being close. If this is another illusion, another instance of him seeing her as a result of his neverending guilt? He can't take it. Not anymore. ]
You're--
Shit. C'mon, I've got you.
[ But desperate and hurt as he is, he reaches for her, working to hold her before she tumbles to the ground. Instead, he eases her off her feet, bringing the two of them down. His eyes are burning, throat tight and face completely drained of color. ]
I got you.
[ His voice cracks again, and he works to hold her tightly, yet delicately. Gods, what is even going on here? Why is she here? Why is she and Regis here? ]
It doesn't matter. W-we'll ask questions later, okay?
[ Frantically, he moves and adjusts them so he can see her injuries. Noctis breathes out almost a sob at the sight of her abdomen. Knowing who had done it, knowing where it came from. Quickly, without thought, he presses his hand to the wound, but realizes that applying pressure this way will do little. ]
H-Hold on.
[ As he had with Regis, he quickly discards his coat. He had managed to at least get it semi-clean before this fight, but there are still remnants of damage. He bundles it up, pressing it against her abdomen while his free arm keeps itself wrapped around her shoulders and keeping her steady. ]
[ She feels real. The blood that has soaked and stained his hands feels and smells real. Questioning it before with his father had nearly gotten him killed, and Lunafreya is in a far worse situation now. Noctis doesn't realize he's started crying until he chokes on a sob when he holds her close. ]
Easy.
[ Noctis quickly places Lunafreya's hand over his bunched-up coat, working to slip his arm underneath her knees so he can lift and carry her. ]
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[ But the closer he gets, the less strange the girl appears. Noctis' eyes widen and his mouth goes partially agape, the breath in his lungs exiting and leaving him empty and twisted. He hadn't seen her die, but he bore witness to her demise and had gotten confirmation of her death when he came to. Again... Again, this place brings someone back to him and he-- ]
Luna.
[ He can't think. It's a surprise that he can even speak, but her name falls from his lips cracked and hoarse. Suddenly, he can't move fast enough. ]
Luna!
[ She's clearly seen better days, and he has to wonder if this place has been so cruel as to bring her here at the cusp of death. Noctis' throat begins to burn, and he hurts just being close. If this is another illusion, another instance of him seeing her as a result of his neverending guilt? He can't take it. Not anymore. ]
You're--
Shit. C'mon, I've got you.
[ But desperate and hurt as he is, he reaches for her, working to hold her before she tumbles to the ground. Instead, he eases her off her feet, bringing the two of them down. His eyes are burning, throat tight and face completely drained of color. ]
I got you.
[ His voice cracks again, and he works to hold her tightly, yet delicately. Gods, what is even going on here? Why is she here? Why is she and Regis here? ]
It doesn't matter. W-we'll ask questions later, okay?
[ Frantically, he moves and adjusts them so he can see her injuries. Noctis breathes out almost a sob at the sight of her abdomen. Knowing who had done it, knowing where it came from. Quickly, without thought, he presses his hand to the wound, but realizes that applying pressure this way will do little. ]
H-Hold on.
[ As he had with Regis, he quickly discards his coat. He had managed to at least get it semi-clean before this fight, but there are still remnants of damage. He bundles it up, pressing it against her abdomen while his free arm keeps itself wrapped around her shoulders and keeping her steady. ]
[ She feels real. The blood that has soaked and stained his hands feels and smells real. Questioning it before with his father had nearly gotten him killed, and Lunafreya is in a far worse situation now. Noctis doesn't realize he's started crying until he chokes on a sob when he holds her close. ]
Easy.
[ Noctis quickly places Lunafreya's hand over his bunched-up coat, working to slip his arm underneath her knees so he can lift and carry her. ]