[Nyx ignores the apology, letting their shoulders continue to brush unless Prompto himself moves away again. He unable to disagree entirely with what he's saying, either. It makes sense that the dead and lingering could be lonely. He also can't say he hasn't had the thought before.
What stops him--not abruptly, but a gradual slowing of steps until he's standing and watching Prompto--is how vulnerable he suddenly sounds. As if talking about spirits is somehow personal. The fire flickers, magic a warm, grounding tug in his veins.
He doesn't quite understand. He's seen Prompto and the Prince interact. They were inseperable, practically brothers. His Highness clearly thought the world of him. All Prompto had to do was ask-
But would he? He brushes off a panic attack like it means nothing, shrugs off concern as if he doesn't think people should spend the time and care on him. Probably hasn't even hinted at this around his friends. He's so vibrant'Don't listen to me.' 'Forget it, I'm being dumb.' 'It doesn't matter.'
It meets the guilt lingering in his chest and twists, an ugly lump in his throat. If things were different, Prompto could have been one of them. Almost all of the Glaive had been alone before Regis gave them a purpose. Lost with nothing left to guide them, save for a talent and the trust of a King.
His free hand taps on the hilt of the kukri at his hip and he looks down for a moment; struggling with himself.
Nyx breaks the silence with an uncharacteristically hesitant tone.]
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What stops him--not abruptly, but a gradual slowing of steps until he's standing and watching Prompto--is how vulnerable he suddenly sounds. As if talking about spirits is somehow personal. The fire flickers, magic a warm, grounding tug in his veins.
He doesn't quite understand. He's seen Prompto and the Prince interact. They were inseperable, practically brothers. His Highness clearly thought the world of him. All Prompto had to do was ask-
But would he? He brushes off a panic attack like it means nothing, shrugs off concern as if he doesn't think people should spend the time and care on him. Probably hasn't even hinted at this around his friends. He's so vibrant'Don't listen to me.' 'Forget it, I'm being dumb.' 'It doesn't matter.'
It meets the guilt lingering in his chest and twists, an ugly lump in his throat. If things were different, Prompto could have been one of them. Almost all of the Glaive had been alone before Regis gave them a purpose. Lost with nothing left to guide them, save for a talent and the trust of a King.
His free hand taps on the hilt of the kukri at his hip and he looks down for a moment; struggling with himself.
Nyx breaks the silence with an uncharacteristically hesitant tone.]
I...want to show you something.