[What is he. The question makes something falter in his smile, a ripple of a shadow across his features. What was he indeed, what had he become, with that darkness gnawing at his insides. What was left of his humanity, after it was stretched thin and meager through time, worn thin and weak -- what did it leave? A man who had become so tired and a shell of his former self. That healer from long ago was someone else completely, twisted into, what? What?
He remembers what he had said, a flash of an old memory still riddled with holes. Part of his revelation that he didn't share, one singular word that stood out so harshly in his mind.
"But a jealous king, one not yet chosen by the Crystal, ostracized and demonized this healer of the people. Making a true monster of him."
Yes, that's right.]
What I was always meant to become.
[The fingers of his right hand flex, and light shatters around it like glass, reflecting red. His own sword appears in his hand, an ancient-looking thing, and he brandishes it against Noctis. He knows that trick too; he learned it long ago, back when all of this Retrospec nonsense had been nothing more than confusion and questioning. His memories of how to fight, flooding back to him so quickly that it made his head spin -- now, he wears these inherited abilities with ease. They fit him, like a well-worn glove.]
The dark to your light. You don't remember, do you? The perpetual night?
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He remembers what he had said, a flash of an old memory still riddled with holes. Part of his revelation that he didn't share, one singular word that stood out so harshly in his mind.
"But a jealous king, one not yet chosen by the Crystal, ostracized and demonized this healer of the people. Making a true monster of him."
Yes, that's right.]
What I was always meant to become.
[The fingers of his right hand flex, and light shatters around it like glass, reflecting red. His own sword appears in his hand, an ancient-looking thing, and he brandishes it against Noctis. He knows that trick too; he learned it long ago, back when all of this Retrospec nonsense had been nothing more than confusion and questioning. His memories of how to fight, flooding back to him so quickly that it made his head spin -- now, he wears these inherited abilities with ease. They fit him, like a well-worn glove.]
The dark to your light. You don't remember, do you? The perpetual night?