[Noctis hasn't been a part of the Nest long enough to know if missions were keen on going pear-shaped at the very end. If he was going to have to get used to escaping by the skin of his teeth, or if he should maybe think that not all future missions would end with success.
But it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that there was sorting to do, organization to be had, and it was a task too daunting for one person. Noctis allows the wave of euphoria flowing through all the hosts to gently let him break the surface of his weariness; as a result, helping seems like the only natural course of action to take next.]
Right. Neatly arranged. I can do that.
[He echoes, revealing perhaps that being neat and organized was never a forte of Noct's, but he can make an attempt, perhaps with a bit of direction. Still, one question rises to the forefront of his mind, even as he gets situated to start unloading.]
So, what exactly was this prize that was supposed to benefit us?
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But it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that there was sorting to do, organization to be had, and it was a task too daunting for one person. Noctis allows the wave of euphoria flowing through all the hosts to gently let him break the surface of his weariness; as a result, helping seems like the only natural course of action to take next.]
Right. Neatly arranged. I can do that.
[He echoes, revealing perhaps that being neat and organized was never a forte of Noct's, but he can make an attempt, perhaps with a bit of direction. Still, one question rises to the forefront of his mind, even as he gets situated to start unloading.]
So, what exactly was this prize that was supposed to benefit us?