[Another sweep of his arm, a dismissive gesture. Noctis is relying on his memory of how anyone except him would handle this situation -- immediately, his mind latches onto imagery of his father, of Regis entertaining an audience from the high steps where the Lucian throne sat.]
I'm not here to talk about myself, only to enjoy the sight of the gardens that lie before me. [A "hmm", emanating from the hood of his robe. Later, in retrospect, he will be vaguely surprised with how well he falls into an act while under pressure.]
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I'm not here to talk about myself, only to enjoy the sight of the gardens that lie before me. [A "hmm", emanating from the hood of his robe. Later, in retrospect, he will be vaguely surprised with how well he falls into an act while under pressure.]
But if you must know, Carbausch.