[ Could they have stopped it? Any of it? In this moment Noctis understands the horror of being wholly, entirely outclassed. They wouldn't have made a difference even if they were there -- and he wonders what his father felt, in those final moments. Was he afraid? Did he already know?
His grip tightens in Ignis' shirt, anger and frustration and grief welling. It should choke him, all of it, and he finally looks up, reminded that he's not the only one grieving, that this was Ignis' home, too. The people he loved, the life he's lived. ]
You must be hurting, too.
[ Noctis is not the only one suffering, he has to keep telling himself that. ]
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His grip tightens in Ignis' shirt, anger and frustration and grief welling. It should choke him, all of it, and he finally looks up, reminded that he's not the only one grieving, that this was Ignis' home, too. The people he loved, the life he's lived. ]
You must be hurting, too.
[ Noctis is not the only one suffering, he has to keep telling himself that. ]