[ Noctis starts and then seems to pause again. He just lets him collect his thoughts and his words, feels a slight brush of pity. November isn't quite sure if it's from him or Noctis, with their proximity and their minds so connected. ]
( I don't imagine it would be. Leaving behind everyone you know, endlessly. )
[ Maybe a contractor wouldn't have such a bad time of it. But others, with their attachments, their emotions– it wouldn't work. ]
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( I don't imagine it would be. Leaving behind everyone you know, endlessly. )
[ Maybe a contractor wouldn't have such a bad time of it. But others, with their attachments, their emotions– it wouldn't work. ]