[A quiet chuckle escapes Regis once he caught onto that slightly morbid joke. Honestly, not much is known about Elvenkind other than what little the fables mention. It's a shame really since in his youth, Regis once found great enjoyment in reading fairy tales. Of course, he since then grew out of such a hobby but he still remembers.]
Such tenacity is better left to us humans for we die so young. [He sighs somewhat.] Humanity is too ferocious for its own good. We are young but we are so brutal. Perhaps its our youth that makes us so but I digress.
[A smile graces his face once Curufin questions about the Six. It's a somber smile, one hintng at remorse or worry.]
The Six are the Gods that bestow us with the Crystal's grace. Both malevolent and merciful, they have since guided humanity through the darkness once the Infernian betrayed humankind. The Starscourge, a deadly disease, plagues my realm of Eos changing even the most mundane of men into wild beasts under the guise of darkness.
[His smile changes into more of a frown now as he thinks of the prophecy. Poor Noctis. His dear son...he'll never get the chance to grow old, will he? Just the thought alone pains Regis worse than any sword.
There's muted sorrow in those bright green eyes.]
By the Crystal's grace and by the powers of the Oracle, do we fight it. It's a battle that has long haunted my forebesrers, a long war that I inherited long ago.
[A war he now passes onto his son.]
Ah, Curufin. You know of how we fathers feel about our sons. I'm proud of Noctis, proud and scared for him in the same breath. He's a sweet boy, almost too pure and naive for the grim fate that awaits but deep within him there's a strength that rivals my own.
[He chuckles.]
No, his...his strength shall surpass mine. My dear son is all grown now. He's no longer the prince I once held in my arms all those years ago. He's a man grown.
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Such tenacity is better left to us humans for we die so young. [He sighs somewhat.] Humanity is too ferocious for its own good. We are young but we are so brutal. Perhaps its our youth that makes us so but I digress.
[A smile graces his face once Curufin questions about the Six. It's a somber smile, one hintng at remorse or worry.]
The Six are the Gods that bestow us with the Crystal's grace. Both malevolent and merciful, they have since guided humanity through the darkness once the Infernian betrayed humankind. The Starscourge, a deadly disease, plagues my realm of Eos changing even the most mundane of men into wild beasts under the guise of darkness.
[His smile changes into more of a frown now as he thinks of the prophecy. Poor Noctis. His dear son...he'll never get the chance to grow old, will he? Just the thought alone pains Regis worse than any sword.
There's muted sorrow in those bright green eyes.]
By the Crystal's grace and by the powers of the Oracle, do we fight it. It's a battle that has long haunted my forebesrers, a long war that I inherited long ago.
[A war he now passes onto his son.]
Ah, Curufin. You know of how we fathers feel about our sons. I'm proud of Noctis, proud and scared for him in the same breath. He's a sweet boy, almost too pure and naive for the grim fate that awaits but deep within him there's a strength that rivals my own.
[He chuckles.]
No, his...his strength shall surpass mine. My dear son is all grown now. He's no longer the prince I once held in my arms all those years ago. He's a man grown.