[ A part of her thinks he's discrediting himself. If Noctis had known the truth growing up, she would have liked to believe that he would have the strength of heart to love and have friends anyway. He knows the truth now, and he's still been willing to love and laugh in his borrowed time, to go so far as to enter a relationship with her-- even if they must part eventually. He's helped teach her that very same lesson. Surely, she hopes, he isn't just some dead man walking, as he is now. ]
I see...
[ But she can't simply believe he would have been capable, just because he's capable now-- applying that to his younger self would be unfair, illogical. While there can be debates on letting him known sooner than later, or the method of delivery, being raised and going through his formative years with the knowledge would indeed have changed him, as he's said. She takes his word and respect it, and...
It's tragic, in a way, that he believes his life had been saved in such a way-- not because of Noctis or Regis or any shortcoming on their parts, but because the circumstances and his fate could not allow him better. A fiercely protective part of her flares within her, albeit briefly. His life shouldn't have had a need to be saved in any literal or metaphorical sense of the word. He didn't ask for this, he didn't choose this. He should live--
But the world isn't that kind, and his world is suffering.
She can't say she'd do differently. In the end, she knows she would lie, too, to loved ones about her own fate, if they can live their lives ignorant and allow them some peace. Saving them, as Noctis has said.
Pyra's hand finds his. ]
....Then... I'm glad he did. [ Noctis has already expressed how he had previously felt frustrated and conflicted about it, but it's something that it seems Noctis has worked through and forgiven. She looks at him, emotion filling her voice, her gaze holding his meaningfully. ]
He allowed you to be who you are now, someone so incredibly wonderful. If he made that decision so long ago, then he did so perfectly, because you couldn't have become any more perfect than you are today.
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I see...
[ But she can't simply believe he would have been capable, just because he's capable now-- applying that to his younger self would be unfair, illogical. While there can be debates on letting him known sooner than later, or the method of delivery, being raised and going through his formative years with the knowledge would indeed have changed him, as he's said. She takes his word and respect it, and...
It's tragic, in a way, that he believes his life had been saved in such a way-- not because of Noctis or Regis or any shortcoming on their parts, but because the circumstances and his fate could not allow him better. A fiercely protective part of her flares within her, albeit briefly. His life shouldn't have had a need to be saved in any literal or metaphorical sense of the word. He didn't ask for this, he didn't choose this. He should live--
But the world isn't that kind, and his world is suffering.
She can't say she'd do differently. In the end, she knows she would lie, too, to loved ones about her own fate, if they can live their lives ignorant and allow them some peace. Saving them, as Noctis has said.
Pyra's hand finds his. ]
....Then... I'm glad he did. [ Noctis has already expressed how he had previously felt frustrated and conflicted about it, but it's something that it seems Noctis has worked through and forgiven. She looks at him, emotion filling her voice, her gaze holding his meaningfully. ]
He allowed you to be who you are now, someone so incredibly wonderful. If he made that decision so long ago, then he did so perfectly, because you couldn't have become any more perfect than you are today.