[It's easy to pluck these pictures from Noctis. He gives them nigh freely, once they're brought forth to the surface. Sight and feeling and smell and touch. All of it, since Eos burns so brightly in his mind.]
I don't know if I want to live for... centuries. I don't think I'll be myself any more. It'd be wrong.
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[It's easy to pluck these pictures from Noctis. He gives them nigh freely, once they're brought forth to the surface. Sight and feeling and smell and touch. All of it, since Eos burns so brightly in his mind.]
I don't know if I want to live for... centuries. I don't think I'll be myself any more. It'd be wrong.