[ He knows what's about to happen by context alone and still his mind tries to reject it.
He's limp. Numb. There's a weird buzzing in the back of his head that he doesn't know how to name and he's not sure that he wants to try. Arms encircle him and all he can think about is how long it's been since someone has done this to him. Years? At the very least. His own arms stay at his side as his eyes slowly squeeze shut, unmoving in either direction. ]
[ The boy is stiff, and he withdraws after the moment has drawn out to stare him in the eye. He's resigned to the affection and Achilles isn't intuitive enough to understand why he's letting him hug him.
The hand left on the back of his head drops to his neck, curving over his shoulder. ]
I will find you a way back so you can properly avenge him.
[ That eye contact doesn't last for more than a second before Noctis is averting his own gaze, expression visibly troubled but otherwise unreadable. After prolonged contact the hand against his neck has him slowly shrugging a shoulder, body language growing more and more tense. ]
... you said that before. That you'd get me back. What's your angle?
[ He clicks his tongue before he can stop himself, emotions raw and all dredged up at once. Anger's always the one he accesses first, anger and bitterness. He wants to lecture him about how his own deceased father fought a war he doesn't understand, and now he's giving him a vote of confidence over the same war? ]
... sure. Seems pretty likely with the whole fucking Empire looking for just me. [ Noctis slumps back down onto his bed again, quiet for a moment. ]
[ He crosses his arms once he slumps back, noting the anger in his features and in his tone. He can't begin to understand why he'd be angry, but he was once a lot like this, perhaps moodier. ]
... [ He looks away momentarily. ] Before I became a Servant, I a warrior who fought for the Achaeans during the Trojan war.
I never got to see it to the end because my selfishess led to my own demise, as well as the many deaths of my comrades and dear friends.
Your desire to protect your home is pure.
So I ... [ Trailing off... And then he'll turn towards the door and begin dissipating into his spiritual form. ] -- hope fate will be kinder to you.
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He's limp. Numb. There's a weird buzzing in the back of his head that he doesn't know how to name and he's not sure that he wants to try. Arms encircle him and all he can think about is how long it's been since someone has done this to him. Years? At the very least. His own arms stay at his side as his eyes slowly squeeze shut, unmoving in either direction. ]
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The hand left on the back of his head drops to his neck, curving over his shoulder. ]
I will find you a way back so you can properly avenge him.
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... you said that before. That you'd get me back. What's your angle?
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I want you to succeed where I failed, myself.
I believe you could end your war.
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... sure. Seems pretty likely with the whole fucking Empire looking for just me. [ Noctis slumps back down onto his bed again, quiet for a moment. ]
I wanna' be alone.
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... [ He looks away momentarily. ] Before I became a Servant, I a warrior who fought for the Achaeans during the Trojan war.
I never got to see it to the end because my selfishess led to my own demise, as well as the many deaths of my comrades and dear friends.
Your desire to protect your home is pure.
So I ... [ Trailing off... And then he'll turn towards the door and begin dissipating into his spiritual form. ] -- hope fate will be kinder to you.