(New York... in America. I've never heard of it before.)
Or maybe he has, in some faraway notion. Names of places echoing in the minds of other hosts, visions slipping past him when he's not paying attention. Whispers ghosting around in his head when he passes one or two of them by, but not focused on them for the ideas to actually stick. It wouldn't be terribly surprising to him if this were the case.
He feels, it though. The way Elliot is grasping at the edges of his mind for more of those images. Of magic and Insomnia and visions of the gods and everything in-between. Noctis isn't offended or put-off. It actually makes him smile under his hood.
(Which part are you curious about? About Insomnia?)
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Or maybe he has, in some faraway notion. Names of places echoing in the minds of other hosts, visions slipping past him when he's not paying attention. Whispers ghosting around in his head when he passes one or two of them by, but not focused on them for the ideas to actually stick. It wouldn't be terribly surprising to him if this were the case.
He feels, it though. The way Elliot is grasping at the edges of his mind for more of those images. Of magic and Insomnia and visions of the gods and everything in-between. Noctis isn't offended or put-off. It actually makes him smile under his hood.
(Which part are you curious about? About Insomnia?)