[ Again, she wonders, what is it that bars him? She sees his posture, she reads it as plainly as day: he is scared, and it scares him almost as much as... "I let her down, and people get hurt."
He has so much glorious power already, she can't imagine what else he might have untapped and at his disposal.
It pains her to hear him speak so callously of himself: get over it, as if it is so simple, as if just anyone might be able to do what he does, and easier, too. So, tentatively, her hand reaches out, hesitates, and then she carefully places a hand upon his shoulder as if she might wordlessly offer comfort to him, to put a stop to such self-deprecation. ] Noct... [ She wants to help with this. But how?
She wonders if this is a stupid question, if not a practical part of a solution: ] This "another way".... Is... Are you able practice with it?
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He has so much glorious power already, she can't imagine what else he might have untapped and at his disposal.
It pains her to hear him speak so callously of himself: get over it, as if it is so simple, as if just anyone might be able to do what he does, and easier, too. So, tentatively, her hand reaches out, hesitates, and then she carefully places a hand upon his shoulder as if she might wordlessly offer comfort to him, to put a stop to such self-deprecation. ] Noct... [ She wants to help with this. But how?
She wonders if this is a stupid question, if not a practical part of a solution: ] This "another way".... Is... Are you able practice with it?