[ Relief. Mostly when he's able to purchase some space. Noctis grips his blade tightly, quick to lift it forward. His brow raises at the sudden shift of weapon choice-- He can't... Do that. Shit. That is a giant blade. Noctis points his blade defensively at Ardyn as warning, where he slowly paces backward. Noctis narrows his eyes, struggling to grasp what it is Ardyn is talking about. He comes up with fog. Blankness.
But he recalls an oncoming darkness as he's pulled into the Crystal. It had taken so long to put two and two together. Those dreams where he'd been smothered, where he'd seen Ardyn's face. Anything after that is... There. But not. ]
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But he recalls an oncoming darkness as he's pulled into the Crystal. It had taken so long to put two and two together. Those dreams where he'd been smothered, where he'd seen Ardyn's face. Anything after that is... There. But not. ]
Stop playing coy with me, Ardyn!