[Something more comfortable for Noctis to talk about, you say? Ah, if only this would qualify, this automatic response -- the state of his world, crumbling into pieces, a slow, languid death. The state he left it in is imprinted in his mind, and that won't change for a long while yet.
And yet... belatedly, he seems to realize that maybe this twists the conversation in an awkward direction, and so he attempts to skew it back to something "normal".]
(Or... I guess you mean before all of that. It was beautiful. I grew up in Insomnia, and it was big and sprawling and busy, but... I don't know. It was home.)
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[Something more comfortable for Noctis to talk about, you say? Ah, if only this would qualify, this automatic response -- the state of his world, crumbling into pieces, a slow, languid death. The state he left it in is imprinted in his mind, and that won't change for a long while yet.
And yet... belatedly, he seems to realize that maybe this twists the conversation in an awkward direction, and so he attempts to skew it back to something "normal".]
(Or... I guess you mean before all of that. It was beautiful. I grew up in Insomnia, and it was big and sprawling and busy, but... I don't know. It was home.)