[ Even though he's been stunned, Noctis knows what's coming. He knows he will not be leaving this place alive. He'll die in front of Luna's memorial, his life snuffed out by someone he had considered family. Someone who had to take on the guise of his father to take his life...
He tries not to think of the girls and how they'll find his body hours from now. He doesn't think about Touko calling him "dad," how he's just another person Max will lose, how Pyrrha will have to deal with the fact that the girl she loves is a murderer. Idly he hopes that maybe it'll be like with Xander. Maybe they'll spare Nari from execution... But he can't know for sure.
He'll have to apologize to Will for not keeping the girls out of trouble. He'll need to make it up to Mako, too; in the end, he couldn't return the scarf to his brother. It's still around his neck, and the ends are darker now with Noctis's blood. He'll need to apologize to Varric for not being able to lead until the end...
Noctis hopes, as the ice starts to find its home in his heart, that his death will be the last. That the dawn will come with the end of his life once more.
The ice pierces his heart. A split second before, he grabs where he thinks the hardlight projector is. His hand curls around the cord, gripped tight in his palm, and as he falls, so does the little device. His body hits the ground, and it will be a while before he turns as cold as the weapon that ended his life.
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He tries not to think of the girls and how they'll find his body hours from now. He doesn't think about Touko calling him "dad," how he's just another person Max will lose, how Pyrrha will have to deal with the fact that the girl she loves is a murderer. Idly he hopes that maybe it'll be like with Xander. Maybe they'll spare Nari from execution... But he can't know for sure.
He'll have to apologize to Will for not keeping the girls out of trouble. He'll need to make it up to Mako, too; in the end, he couldn't return the scarf to his brother. It's still around his neck, and the ends are darker now with Noctis's blood. He'll need to apologize to Varric for not being able to lead until the end...
Noctis hopes, as the ice starts to find its home in his heart, that his death will be the last. That the dawn will come with the end of his life once more.
The ice pierces his heart. A split second before, he grabs where he thinks the hardlight projector is. His hand curls around the cord, gripped tight in his palm, and as he falls, so does the little device. His body hits the ground, and it will be a while before he turns as cold as the weapon that ended his life.
Noctis Lucis Caelum is dead. ]