[He wishes Ignis hadn't let his hand go, and he wishes Ignis had ignored his slip and returned the teasing in kind or anything really but acknowledge the weight of everything like that. But it's too late and he digs his fingernails into the wood of the bench as his breath catches.
It is all so much and so heavy, and he doesn't know how he is going to carry everything on his shoulders. Luna had carried everything - she had always carried so much more than he realized until far too late to help her. And his father had, too, but never once had he seen his old man falter. He thinks of the last words the king had said to him. 'Stand tall, my son.' And he wonders how on earth he is going to manage that when he can't even bring himself to put on the ring Luna had carried so long for him.
And here he is, leaning on a friend who is already carrying more than enough of his own overwhelming weights instead of trying to do just that.
Noct takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to keep it together. He's less than successful, as his breath catches again, and he feels that burning pressure behind his eyes. That at least he is successful in holding back, but his breathing remains shaky and uneven.]
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It is all so much and so heavy, and he doesn't know how he is going to carry everything on his shoulders. Luna had carried everything - she had always carried so much more than he realized until far too late to help her. And his father had, too, but never once had he seen his old man falter. He thinks of the last words the king had said to him. 'Stand tall, my son.' And he wonders how on earth he is going to manage that when he can't even bring himself to put on the ring Luna had carried so long for him.
And here he is, leaning on a friend who is already carrying more than enough of his own overwhelming weights instead of trying to do just that.
Noct takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to keep it together. He's less than successful, as his breath catches again, and he feels that burning pressure behind his eyes. That at least he is successful in holding back, but his breathing remains shaky and uneven.]
I... I'm sorry.
[The words come out broken and tired and small.]