[Is she with you? Physically, yes. Mentally, yeah, for the most part, because it's hard to ignore what is actually happening in this moment. But emotionally? Nah son, she's somewhere else entirely. She's in the darkness, screaming as a shock rockets through her brain and body. She's with Roxy, horrified and wracked with guilt at the undeniable evidence of her world as it became after November 11th, 2011. And she's-
Something-
Something that she can't remember, but the feeling is the same, the terror and the incredible need to be close to someone, but it's mingling with a slowly encroaching shame. If she'd just been quiet, they could have observed these - these fucking robot juggalos and figured out their weaknesses, and she's holding onto Noctis like he's a life preserver when she barely knows him.
So she doesn't say anything, but. Shifts. Her face is wet and hot and pressed up against his shoulder. It is as if a switch had been flipped in this girl, and she's now an entirely different person.]
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Something-
Something that she can't remember, but the feeling is the same, the terror and the incredible need to be close to someone, but it's mingling with a slowly encroaching shame. If she'd just been quiet, they could have observed these - these fucking robot juggalos and figured out their weaknesses, and she's holding onto Noctis like he's a life preserver when she barely knows him.
So she doesn't say anything, but. Shifts. Her face is wet and hot and pressed up against his shoulder. It is as if a switch had been flipped in this girl, and she's now an entirely different person.]