[But if I had ended up dead, what would you have done?
Because if Caleb died, Noctis would be furious beyond belief and raring to go get a measure of justice for him. Or vengeance. He lies down on the grass, remembering the flash of pain when a sword had pinned the king to the throne of Lucis—and wondering, guiltily, if he can cause such grief to Caleb, to his loved ones.
But that's too heavy a subject to talk about, so Noctis decides to simply avoid it, and use his hands as a makeshift pillow as he stares up at the. Sky? Looks like a sky.]
Just didn't want you to yell at him about it, I guess. [A pause.] Don't do that, by the way, he's usually just a cranky asshole but he can be dangerous when pushed. I had to break out the Royal Arms in our fight and those things hurt to use.
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Because if Caleb died, Noctis would be furious beyond belief and raring to go get a measure of justice for him. Or vengeance. He lies down on the grass, remembering the flash of pain when a sword had pinned the king to the throne of Lucis—and wondering, guiltily, if he can cause such grief to Caleb, to his loved ones.
But that's too heavy a subject to talk about, so Noctis decides to simply avoid it, and use his hands as a makeshift pillow as he stares up at the. Sky? Looks like a sky.]
Just didn't want you to yell at him about it, I guess. [A pause.] Don't do that, by the way, he's usually just a cranky asshole but he can be dangerous when pushed. I had to break out the Royal Arms in our fight and those things hurt to use.