[ She hesitates: after coming to the conclusion that perhaps revealing the future isn’t something most can handle, still Noctis inquires for more detail over something he has no control.
Noctis hadn’t appeared hateful in the vision. It’s not a particularly upsetting detail, she thinks— no, assumes. She is not Noctis. For all she knows, telling him could make things worse...
But he has asked, and... at the very least she can respect his choice. So, she will answer. ]
No.... No, not hateful. [ She closes her eyes, recalling the vision, the battle, the magic, the swords... the words spoken. ] You were sorrowful, calm.
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Noctis hadn’t appeared hateful in the vision. It’s not a particularly upsetting detail, she thinks— no, assumes. She is not Noctis. For all she knows, telling him could make things worse...
But he has asked, and... at the very least she can respect his choice. So, she will answer. ]
No.... No, not hateful. [ She closes her eyes, recalling the vision, the battle, the magic, the swords... the words spoken. ] You were sorrowful, calm.