[ Lunafreya can feel herself drifting again even as his footsteps jostle her, sending pain crackling along the length of her body. She can see the shape of his face through a haze, though it seems to change; so many of her memories of him are of a child, round faced and soft, and she hasn't yet become fully acquainted with the man holding her in his arms. The inevitability of death had brought with it a certain clarity, and she had resigned herself to it. She had thought she'd be happy, dying for the cause, but when she'd seen the desperation in Noctis' face as he'd reached out to her, something inside of her cracked.
Her own selfishness had set her heart to ache as she bid him farewell. It's that same selfishness that keeps her motionless in his arms, she supposes, even as her consciousness threatens to slip entirely. She murmurs his name and swallows hard, forcing her eyes to remain open as she does her best at focusing on her breathing. Lunafreya is vaguely aware of how familiar Noctis is with their new settings, but she doesn't think to comment on it. Her questions can come later.
For all of her best efforts, Luna finds herself struggling to swim through darkness even as Noctis pushes open yet another door. The pain she feels at his setting her upon an unfamiliar couch buoys her further into consciousness, but it also makes her vision go white. Luna can't even make a sound in response to it as Noctis busies himself, and it isn't until he touches her face that Lunafreya's eyes focus enough to take in his features.
Blood is smeared across his forehead, and her eyebrows knit together. With a shaking hand, she weakly attempts to rub it away, ineffective in her weakness. She does her best to square her jaw and put on a brave face when she gently nods in reply to him, her voice paper-thin and cracking when she finally speaks. ]
A... Alright. I trust you, [ Luna manages, smiling at him as best as she can. She allows her hand to sink down to her side as she breathes, turning her gaze to the ceiling. ]
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Her own selfishness had set her heart to ache as she bid him farewell. It's that same selfishness that keeps her motionless in his arms, she supposes, even as her consciousness threatens to slip entirely. She murmurs his name and swallows hard, forcing her eyes to remain open as she does her best at focusing on her breathing. Lunafreya is vaguely aware of how familiar Noctis is with their new settings, but she doesn't think to comment on it. Her questions can come later.
For all of her best efforts, Luna finds herself struggling to swim through darkness even as Noctis pushes open yet another door. The pain she feels at his setting her upon an unfamiliar couch buoys her further into consciousness, but it also makes her vision go white. Luna can't even make a sound in response to it as Noctis busies himself, and it isn't until he touches her face that Lunafreya's eyes focus enough to take in his features.
Blood is smeared across his forehead, and her eyebrows knit together. With a shaking hand, she weakly attempts to rub it away, ineffective in her weakness. She does her best to square her jaw and put on a brave face when she gently nods in reply to him, her voice paper-thin and cracking when she finally speaks. ]
A... Alright. I trust you, [ Luna manages, smiling at him as best as she can. She allows her hand to sink down to her side as she breathes, turning her gaze to the ceiling. ]