It's not right. [He can't stop crying, and Noctis is so far gone that he's completely unaware that he's doing it in the first place. His entire body is wracked with pain, but even that seems a dull echo against the sense of slipping that rushes by him. It's like falling without falling. Things are moving on without him, even her. Even this face he can make out, a few inches away.]
I wouldn't-
[Is he dreaming? Noctis can't remember any of his dreams, but this moment feels distended and surreal enough that maybe, maybe he could be. His arms and legs are heavy, he thinks he might be bruised all over; somehow it doesn't seem that important. Around the narrow bone of her wrists, his fingers flex. A spasm of panic, of fear. If he lets her go, he'll lose her forever.]
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I wouldn't-
[Is he dreaming? Noctis can't remember any of his dreams, but this moment feels distended and surreal enough that maybe, maybe he could be. His arms and legs are heavy, he thinks he might be bruised all over; somehow it doesn't seem that important. Around the narrow bone of her wrists, his fingers flex. A spasm of panic, of fear. If he lets her go, he'll lose her forever.]
I'd never leave you.