[The image of a prince he's not familiar with surges through his head; an expression of arrogance, tall and blond. Another elf, and he can only assume he's some manner of royalty as well, given the context of their conversation.
As always, Noctis doesn't know what to do with the experiences and memories of others, and so he just holds onto it for a second, then lets it fade away as quickly as it snuck in.]
I'm not spoiled. [He says while lifting his arms on cue, but then quickly realizes that such a thing is probably what all spoiled nobility says. He bites at his lower lip and tries again.]
Not like... that. [That man, that arrogant look on his face, with sharp nails and an aura of unfamiliar magic around him.] Whoever that was. There are just some things I can't do as well as others, because I wasn't taught how. It doesn't mean I can't learn.
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As always, Noctis doesn't know what to do with the experiences and memories of others, and so he just holds onto it for a second, then lets it fade away as quickly as it snuck in.]
I'm not spoiled. [He says while lifting his arms on cue, but then quickly realizes that such a thing is probably what all spoiled nobility says. He bites at his lower lip and tries again.]
Not like... that. [That man, that arrogant look on his face, with sharp nails and an aura of unfamiliar magic around him.] Whoever that was. There are just some things I can't do as well as others, because I wasn't taught how. It doesn't mean I can't learn.