[ If nothing else, talking this out has made a new doubt arise, that, perhaps, some of her fears here are not as founded as they are in her world. However, another doubt manifests to counters this one: that she is merely assuming the former. Conflicted, she finds some groudedness alongside Noctis.
She does not like seeing mortals vying for her power. But she can also understand it-- perhaps, even sympathize with it-- all the way back to the man who had first stolen both her and her brother from the Architect. He wanted answers. He demanded them. Perhaps at one point, he had even wanted better. Why create a world like this, one so wrought with war and strife, one in which so many suffer, one in which its creator is silent and does nothing? And so he had stolen from the Architect himself.
Power means little without control. Power is also a conundrum: does it corrupt or does it reveal? Noctis has immense power. It hasn't tainted his heart.
Her voice drops. ]
You... understand. [ Here she is, confessing that she's hurt others for trying. He may not condone it, but... he seems to understand. ]
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She does not like seeing mortals vying for her power. But she can also understand it-- perhaps, even sympathize with it-- all the way back to the man who had first stolen both her and her brother from the Architect. He wanted answers. He demanded them. Perhaps at one point, he had even wanted better. Why create a world like this, one so wrought with war and strife, one in which so many suffer, one in which its creator is silent and does nothing? And so he had stolen from the Architect himself.
Power means little without control. Power is also a conundrum: does it corrupt or does it reveal? Noctis has immense power. It hasn't tainted his heart.
Her voice drops. ]
You... understand. [ Here she is, confessing that she's hurt others for trying. He may not condone it, but... he seems to understand. ]