[ He drapes the cloak over Noct's shoulders, reaching to fasten it in place. Almost done.
Noct's ambivalence bleeds through, discomfits Adrasteius. Self-sacrifice is noble, and Light knows that Adra's quick to martyr himself for a cause. But to be divinely appointed for death? To be inescapably fated, and not even because of anything you personally did? That's wrong, no matter how you slice it. ]
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[ He drapes the cloak over Noct's shoulders, reaching to fasten it in place. Almost done.
Noct's ambivalence bleeds through, discomfits Adrasteius. Self-sacrifice is noble, and Light knows that Adra's quick to martyr himself for a cause. But to be divinely appointed for death? To be inescapably fated, and not even because of anything you personally did? That's wrong, no matter how you slice it. ]
Gods are a terror everywhere you go, I guess.