[Immediately as the scene materializes, he spots the familiar blonde and Messenger in the room. And, forgetting himself briefly, he utters two names:]
Luna...? Pryna?
[That narrowed it down to one person this memory could belong to, and no amount of planning or preparation could have helped him steel himself for this. It's as if whatever is left of his third second wind is knocked out of his sails, seeing not only Luna and Pryna again, but Ravus as well as he enters the room.
That is when he recognizes the decor, the sound of the waves outside the otherwise quiet room as brother causes the sister to stir. It's far too similar to what he saw while visiting First Secretary Claustra to be anything but her estate, though admittedly a different part of the building than he saw personally. Yet he knew the sights outside the window. Had she ever seen him out there, wandering the streets?
Yet to see her weakened so, breathless and exhausted. It is akin to a dagger in his own stomach, twisting as his eyes catch the glimpse of the Ring in her hand and her begging Ravus to do what he knows she will do herself. The very same ring is on his right hand's middle finger, after all.
Well, since no one else is doing it... Memory.
Luna...? Pryna?
[That narrowed it down to one person this memory could belong to, and no amount of planning or preparation could have helped him steel himself for this. It's as if whatever is left of his third second wind is knocked out of his sails, seeing not only Luna and Pryna again, but Ravus as well as he enters the room.
That is when he recognizes the decor, the sound of the waves outside the otherwise quiet room as brother causes the sister to stir. It's far too similar to what he saw while visiting First Secretary Claustra to be anything but her estate, though admittedly a different part of the building than he saw personally. Yet he knew the sights outside the window. Had she ever seen him out there, wandering the streets?
Yet to see her weakened so, breathless and exhausted. It is akin to a dagger in his own stomach, twisting as his eyes catch the glimpse of the Ring in her hand and her begging Ravus to do what he knows she will do herself. The very same ring is on his right hand's middle finger, after all.
He shakes his head. No, Noct. Focus.]
... Ravus. Ravus, wake up.