[ 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.
[Something that she's told others. Something that Nari has never kept secret from day one: She was willing to kill for the right motive. It was now up to the others to finally see that in the long run there were even things that this woman would kill for, hands down, if given the chance, and try and get away with it.
She doesn't care if they try and spare her. She'll face her execution head on if found guilty. No singalongs, no heartfelt goodbyes. Just the resignation that if Nari is caught, she rightly deserves death.
Even if it would be nice if those around her would try and fight like they did for Queenie.
Unlike Queenie, though, Nari knows that deep down she's not a good or kind person. She's just herself, and it was the others that mistook that for kindness. For compassion. For something that she knew she wasn't. There was nothing good in her... not for a long, long time. That all died with the mansion. Died when Nishitani was taken.
The only person she feels truly guilty about leaving behind was Pyrrha. If Nari believed in any god, she'd pray for them to help that girl leave this place. Help Pyrrha have a good and loving life away from here. Her family was important, but that redheaded girl with those green eyes was just like Mira. So, so much like Mira.]
I'm sorry it had to be you.
[The hardlight projection fades as she says this to Noctis, a thin mark left on the back of her neck from where the cord pulled and snapped. As soon as Noctis is down, her boot comes down on the little device to shatter it.
Now wasn't the time to build any regrets. It was time to stage this. Make someone else look guilty.
And for once have hope she can literally get away with murder.]
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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. ]
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She doesn't care if they try and spare her. She'll face her execution head on if found guilty. No singalongs, no heartfelt goodbyes. Just the resignation that if Nari is caught, she rightly deserves death.
Even if it would be nice if those around her would try and fight like they did for Queenie.
Unlike Queenie, though, Nari knows that deep down she's not a good or kind person. She's just herself, and it was the others that mistook that for kindness. For compassion. For something that she knew she wasn't. There was nothing good in her... not for a long, long time. That all died with the mansion. Died when Nishitani was taken.
The only person she feels truly guilty about leaving behind was Pyrrha. If Nari believed in any god, she'd pray for them to help that girl leave this place. Help Pyrrha have a good and loving life away from here. Her family was important, but that redheaded girl with those green eyes was just like Mira. So, so much like Mira.]
I'm sorry it had to be you.
[The hardlight projection fades as she says this to Noctis, a thin mark left on the back of her neck from where the cord pulled and snapped. As soon as Noctis is down, her boot comes down on the little device to shatter it.
Now wasn't the time to build any regrets. It was time to stage this. Make someone else look guilty.
And for once have hope she can literally get away with murder.]