Insomnia falls. [Regis can't stop the scoff that ebbs off his lips.] Concise and to the point.
Quite anticlimax though.
[His son's reluctance only fuels his dread further. Regis doesn't want to dreg up the past but what the media covered regarding the failed 'Treaty' wasn't entirely true. There's more to this story than Regis is willing to say but as he speaks with Noctis, the more he realizes he needs to talk.
This is his son. If he can't talk to his son about what ails him, then how will they progress beyond the tragedy that separated them? Regis needs to try.]
Noctis.
[His gaze falters from the prince's face and falls upon the first aid kit for a moment. Regis' hesitance is telling. The always surefooted King of Lucis is hesitating. This is honestly quite worrisome.]
The Kingsglaive, my own men, betrayed me.
[He pauses briefly as he looks back towards Noct. His throat feels painfully dry as he speaks.]
The Ring of Lucii once sat upon the hand you now mend. It was cut from me, severed by...Glauca's blade.
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Quite anticlimax though.
[His son's reluctance only fuels his dread further. Regis doesn't want to dreg up the past but what the media covered regarding the failed 'Treaty' wasn't entirely true. There's more to this story than Regis is willing to say but as he speaks with Noctis, the more he realizes he needs to talk.
This is his son. If he can't talk to his son about what ails him, then how will they progress beyond the tragedy that separated them? Regis needs to try.]
Noctis.
[His gaze falters from the prince's face and falls upon the first aid kit for a moment. Regis' hesitance is telling. The always surefooted King of Lucis is hesitating. This is honestly quite worrisome.]
The Kingsglaive, my own men, betrayed me.
[He pauses briefly as he looks back towards Noct. His throat feels painfully dry as he speaks.]
The Ring of Lucii once sat upon the hand you now mend. It was cut from me, severed by...Glauca's blade.
[A tense sigh escapes him.]
Or do I dare say Titus Drautos...