Noctis. [It's not about spirit and they both know that- but Noctis recognizes the olive branch for what it is. Time is a luxury no one has, and he isn't proud enough (or stupid enough) to turn down the offer when it comes. The physical relief is immediate, the man's weight buoyed between them, and Noctis can feel his spine straightening with the ability to take his first real, deep breath in what's felt like hours.
Navigating the crowd will be no easy feat, but life on Westerley was never about being easy- he doesn't need to come from Old Town to know that. His experiences here have all been second hand, the freedom his work allows makes him part-time tourist at best, but there's no space for shying around. He doesn't know this person- doesn't know what's behind the visor any more than he can make a guess at his intentions. It's a lot of hoping for the best.]
If you know where some medics are I'm all ears. [A pair of protesters shove by on his left, leaving Noctis with an elbow to the ribs and a momentarily winded pause.] Otherwise we're heading to a bar.
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Navigating the crowd will be no easy feat, but life on Westerley was never about being easy- he doesn't need to come from Old Town to know that. His experiences here have all been second hand, the freedom his work allows makes him part-time tourist at best, but there's no space for shying around. He doesn't know this person- doesn't know what's behind the visor any more than he can make a guess at his intentions. It's a lot of hoping for the best.]
If you know where some medics are I'm all ears. [A pair of protesters shove by on his left, leaving Noctis with an elbow to the ribs and a momentarily winded pause.] Otherwise we're heading to a bar.