mental link: you're welcome.

[sistershoggoth]

( Who's the medic around here, I think I for serious picked up some fuckin' alien STD from getting dunked into that thing's throat. Like, this ugly fucker in my chest has been sealed for years but it's dripping green. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. )

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[sistershoggoth]

( We were supposed to win the prize, but a bunch of us stole it instead so uh... no point. At all. )

[servitor]

( Can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing. )

[sistershoggoth]

( No shit, although, like, when we signed up we figured it'd be a fucking fighting tournament? And by the time they announced it was fuckin' ridiculous shit instead we were already registered and chipped and shit. )

[servitor]

( And you were going to steal the prizes anyway, right? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Naw, they decided that later. We're not a real organized bunch, it's a giant pain in the ass. )

[servitor]

( I can tell already. )

[sistershoggoth]

( You, me, and Noctis gotta stick together and make sure nothin' happens to the girls. )

[ Oh this got serious suddenly. She's being really intensely serious. ]

( And you and me gotta keep him in mint condition too, no exceptions. )

[servitor]

( You know that was my job, right? )

[Isn't that how this mental connection thing works?]

( I was in the service of the previous King, Noctis's father, in the Kingsglaive.
I've been fighting for most of my life. I'm not going back on it. I'm protecting them, and I'm protecting you. No exceptions. )

[He doesn't really care that he hardly knows Annie. It's his life. He's given it all up to protect and serve. For home and hearth.

Help me!

Yes. He's dead serious about the girls too. There won't be another Selene. They're not dying on his watch, not like then. The voice in the link is still resolute, quiet, but the intensity behind the words is a blaze of fire and crystals, sharp and burning.]

[sistershoggoth]

( I'm just saying, like. People are fuckin' useless here. If Murphy hadn't gotten a fuckin' premonition about the Waypoint getting turned on us, we woulda been in deep shit. )

[ But, yanno, on that subject. ]

( I didn't know you were like a freakin' knight though. I just figured you were a dickhead. )

[servitor]

( I'm not a knight. I'm a Glaive. Sometimes it means I'm a well-trained dickhead.

You really don't mince words, do you? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Which part of that was rude? )

[ ...she being serious? Who knows. It's a mystery. ]

[servitor]

( I don't think I said it was rude. I said you don't mince words.

I think you're admitting you were being rude. )

[sistershoggoth]

( I'm a very nice girl, ok. Super eloquent and polite all the goddamn time. )

[ :) ]

[servitor]

( Remind me when you're not being polite. )

[somnifacient]

[You realize Noctis can "hear" the both of you talking about him up there? Most pointedly, the "mint condition" comment from Annie. He's not some fragile collectible, okay.

But really, he's just slipping into this conversation to add one thing:]

(You'll get used to it.)

[servitor]

( That's the part that worries me. )

[somnifacient]

(At least you know "empty platitudes" is not in her vocabulary.)

[servitor]

( Might be too many syllables. )

[savage]

[sistershoggoth]

( I can hear you!!! If you want me to be a fake ass bitch who tells you how nice you are, just fuckin' say so. )

[servitor]

( I think you like me. )

[This is exactly why you're going to die Nyx Ulric.]

[sistershoggoth]

( What gave me away? That time I punched you in the face, or the time I called your mom a fat whore? )

[ Or is it the brain bug alight with how much she likes him. ]

[servitor]

( I thought you had a thing for me when you tried to break my arm. Really sold it then. )

[Something like that.]

[somnifacient]

[Pffft.

He knows better than to respond to that, but. It's impossible to avoid the thread of amusement that reverberates at that remark.]

[servitor]

[When you're in the military, nothing's off-limits.

There's not a single ounce of regret to be found.]

( She's nothing I can't handle. The Glaives were worse than this. )

[somnifacient]

(Hey, it seems to me that you're getting along just fine.)