Of course not. [The king all but scoffs.] They're gods and gods never speak plainly of their intentions. Not us mortals.
[He knows something of Gods and Regis has grown to dislike them immensely. While he understood the gravity of Noctis' plight, no father should be forced to groom their child for certain death. That was entirely too cruel and Regis still aches from the most grievous wound done upon him.]
Ah? [He glances down at the child with a faint smile.] Have we not shared pleasantries yet? My pardons.
[The old king laughs quietly allowing his bitterness towards the deities to wash off him like water. He's a much more likeable fellow when he isn't scowling.]
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[He knows something of Gods and Regis has grown to dislike them immensely. While he understood the gravity of Noctis' plight, no father should be forced to groom their child for certain death. That was entirely too cruel and Regis still aches from the most grievous wound done upon him.]
Ah? [He glances down at the child with a faint smile.] Have we not shared pleasantries yet? My pardons.
[The old king laughs quietly allowing his bitterness towards the deities to wash off him like water. He's a much more likeable fellow when he isn't scowling.]
Regis.
[There's no need for titles, yes?]