[If she's lowered her voice, if she's not screaming, then it's a small victory. Noctis can take the toxicity, he can take the acid tossed his way, attempting to sear his skin. Trying to calm Annie's mind is like attempting to hold a firecracker in your hand and hoping your fingers don't blow off, but Noctis slides his thoughts into her anyway. A cool light, creeping in -- if it isn't immediately denied.]
I'm not going anywhere. I guess you'll just have to learn to deal with me showing up when you start screaming at people.
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I'm not going anywhere. I guess you'll just have to learn to deal with me showing up when you start screaming at people.