[At some point, Noctis remembers that he was making an attempt at putting together something edible too, and he moves to the bowl that he had cracked an egg into prior. A hand reaches out towards another egg nearby (cool and slick, he wonders what animal it came from), and he taps its shell against the bowl.
There's something paradoxical about Cathaway, he thinks. He feels uneasy in her wholeness, the way she keeps using "we", how her very presence is an entire web rather a singular thread. And yet, Noctis feels as if there's sincerity in her words, a thoughtfulness that he can find comfort in. We would like to do what we can to make you comfortable.
He's not always sure how to reconcile this, and so he just pushes it aside for now, something to be dwelled on at a later date.
The egg cracks, spilling yolk into the bowl. No shell this time, but sticky residue on his fingers just the same.]
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There's something paradoxical about Cathaway, he thinks. He feels uneasy in her wholeness, the way she keeps using "we", how her very presence is an entire web rather a singular thread. And yet, Noctis feels as if there's sincerity in her words, a thoughtfulness that he can find comfort in. We would like to do what we can to make you comfortable.
He's not always sure how to reconcile this, and so he just pushes it aside for now, something to be dwelled on at a later date.
The egg cracks, spilling yolk into the bowl. No shell this time, but sticky residue on his fingers just the same.]
Sure.