[Not just for Noctis, but for everyone he'd ever met. It felt like, no matter what he did, no matter how many drinks he shared or palms he greased, the people he cared about were always getting hurt. Here was even worse -- how could he fight the tide of memory, against that which had already happened.
He lifted his hand and clasped it against Noctis' arm.]
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[Not just for Noctis, but for everyone he'd ever met. It felt like, no matter what he did, no matter how many drinks he shared or palms he greased, the people he cared about were always getting hurt. Here was even worse -- how could he fight the tide of memory, against that which had already happened.
He lifted his hand and clasped it against Noctis' arm.]
So let me ask. What can I do. Give me something.