Begone! Leave us! [Ravus hisses, barely looking at the speaker. Claustra promised him privacy when he arranged this meeting, yet one of the servants now dared interrupt? The Secretary would hear of this later.
He focuses back on the memory of Lunafreya, who shows no sign of recognizing Noctis' presence nor Ravus' outburst. The siblings share a look of understanding. Both know the only way this can end, and both try to keep the pain from their expressions. Duty affords them no time for tears.
But...I lack the strength...to go on... she admits. Ravus' expression softens, and he approaches her chair once more. He kneels to take her pale hands in his, mindful of the sharp points of the magitek prosthetic. Now he is the one looking at her, entreating.
Find it, Lunafreya. You have the will. Go to Noctis. Show him...the truth of your heart.
At those words, the acknowledgement and acceptance of her duty, Lunafreya begins to cry, and her brother just holds her hands, unable to offer her any comfort other than his watchful presence beside her.]
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He focuses back on the memory of Lunafreya, who shows no sign of recognizing Noctis' presence nor Ravus' outburst. The siblings share a look of understanding. Both know the only way this can end, and both try to keep the pain from their expressions. Duty affords them no time for tears.
But...I lack the strength...to go on... she admits. Ravus' expression softens, and he approaches her chair once more. He kneels to take her pale hands in his, mindful of the sharp points of the magitek prosthetic. Now he is the one looking at her, entreating.
Find it, Lunafreya. You have the will. Go to Noctis. Show him...the truth of your heart.
At those words, the acknowledgement and acceptance of her duty, Lunafreya begins to cry, and her brother just holds her hands, unable to offer her any comfort other than his watchful presence beside her.]