[There's a lot to parse there. A rush of everything; a sense of self, burning bright, something loud and mighty and strong. Superhero, indeed, explosions and pride and everything in-between. Like something out of a comic. Like something out of a movie. Noctis feels overwhelmed by it, how much confidence there is in all of that. Walking tall, he thinks, a hundred times over, and then-
Something else. It's shaped like guilt, because Noctis is all too familiar with its silhouette. Blood draining, leaving weakness in its wake to bleed through instead. It lurches out towards him, this feeling, this memory, slowly, and Noctis nearly reaches for it.
And then it's just gone. He blinks. Once, twice, and then snaps himself back into reality.]
You...
[If he had tried to hide it, Noctis isn't amazing with playing along. The slow return of his words is indicative of this whiplash he just felt.]
What's it like?
[He could've asked any number of things, but this is the first that falls from his lips.]
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Something else. It's shaped like guilt, because Noctis is all too familiar with its silhouette. Blood draining, leaving weakness in its wake to bleed through instead. It lurches out towards him, this feeling, this memory, slowly, and Noctis nearly reaches for it.
And then it's just gone. He blinks. Once, twice, and then snaps himself back into reality.]
You...
[If he had tried to hide it, Noctis isn't amazing with playing along. The slow return of his words is indicative of this whiplash he just felt.]
What's it like?
[He could've asked any number of things, but this is the first that falls from his lips.]