[ Her smile is bittersweet, though. Pyra, like Noctis, will never know what it is like to have children. She can only imagine how terribly devastating the news that one's son will die would be-- worse, still, to be unable to find a way to save them or to focus more on the kingdom (or world) over that son.
But the fighting-for part? The shielding them so they know as little suffering or pain as possible? Or even dying for someone one loves, to save them-- that, she can understand. ]
That's unconditional love again, Noct. Of course he'd fight for you, for as long as he could have.
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[ Her smile is bittersweet, though. Pyra, like Noctis, will never know what it is like to have children. She can only imagine how terribly devastating the news that one's son will die would be-- worse, still, to be unable to find a way to save them or to focus more on the kingdom (or world) over that son.
But the fighting-for part? The shielding them so they know as little suffering or pain as possible? Or even dying for someone one loves, to save them-- that, she can understand. ]
That's unconditional love again, Noct. Of course he'd fight for you, for as long as he could have.