[ the doctor did, after all, give his full name first, and noctis is pretty sure nothing much is gunning specifically for him here in this world. so. reciprocation. ]
Noctis is quiet for a long moment, processing this information before it comes out in something like a rush. ]
How long ago was this? How long was he here? Did he --
[ Was he okay? To know that his dad has been here makes his heart clench. His dad has been on this network, has perhaps interacted with people. Traces of him still left here, maybe. ]
[ he tries not to blink too much, not even when there's a stinging behind his eyelids. to know that regis has been here, and who talked about him a lot -- the memory of his father here is unexpected, but a gift.
someone remembers him as he is, not as a king, but... ]
[For most who have come through here, Rosen cannot say that they were friends. 'Friend' requires something more than simple acknowledgement. But it is absolutely certain that he and Regis had done more than simply acknowledge one another. At times to confusing degrees. Which makes him hesitant to speak further on the matter.]
We were friends. [He says at long last] And I do miss him often.
As for his happiness...there were times when he was happy. I can't say he was happy to be in this place, without his friends and family...but certainly I saw him happy on several occasions.
[ his response is soft, quiet. here is another living link to his dad, and he feels his heart clench at those words. that's what matters -- there are times when he was happy, even if he was without friends and family. but what matters is that life is easier on him, here. ]
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[ the doctor did, after all, give his full name first, and noctis is pretty sure nothing much is gunning specifically for him here in this world. so. reciprocation. ]
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[He repeats it thoughtfully. The name is unmistakeable]
Your father wouldn't happen to have been...
[He clears his throat]
...Nevermind. I must be mistaken.
[Except he knows he isn't]
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noctis stiffens at the aborted question -- no, he can't dismiss that now. ]
Who?
[ he has to know if the name matches up. he has to. was his dad here? ]
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There was a man here by a similar name. Regis.
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Noctis is quiet for a long moment, processing this information before it comes out in something like a rush. ]
How long ago was this? How long was he here? Did he --
[ Was he okay? To know that his dad has been here makes his heart clench. His dad has been on this network, has perhaps interacted with people. Traces of him still left here, maybe. ]
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[A pause]
He spoke about you all the time.
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[ he tries not to blink too much, not even when there's a stinging behind his eyelids. to know that regis has been here, and who talked about him a lot -- the memory of his father here is unexpected, but a gift.
someone remembers him as he is, not as a king, but... ]
Um. Were you guys friends? Was he happy?
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We were friends. [He says at long last] And I do miss him often.
As for his happiness...there were times when he was happy. I can't say he was happy to be in this place, without his friends and family...but certainly I saw him happy on several occasions.
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[ his response is soft, quiet. here is another living link to his dad, and he feels his heart clench at those words. that's what matters -- there are times when he was happy, even if he was without friends and family. but what matters is that life is easier on him, here. ]
Thanks.
[ he says at last. ]
You both must've been close.
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[How much to say? What not to say? Rosen proceeds but with a guarded tone.]
...I would like to think so. Of the people who have come through here, he was one of the few I felt I could trust and I hope that feeling was mutual.