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[kittycaterer]

[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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[kittycaterer]

[ Often times, Noctis goes back to the day they had left Insomnia in lieu of their destination to Altissia. The smile and casual attitude that Regis had maintained before sending him off, knowing full well what was to come sooner or later. Hell, he thinks about it too much. Had he known, he would have insisted on staying, on protecting his father because at the time? He sure as shit wasn't ready to be king. ]

[ And he was never ready to lose his father. ]

[ But fate is a cruel thing, and over time? Noctis began to understand that one way or another, this all would have come full circle. He'd never truly understood what being the Chosen King meant until the fall of Insomnia and the eventual crumble of Altissia and Tenebrae. ]

[ Still, that doesn't make facing this any easier. While Noctis feels relief in the return of his father and closest friend, the pain and fear of losing them a second time lingers in the back of his mind. And he's certain that won't go away anytime soon. But there is truth in Regis' words of encouragement. He is here. For now. And Noctis doesn't have to feel alone in this. ]

[ His bones and muscles are weary with exhaustion, but he finds the strength to finally lift his head. To nod at his father. ]

"Walk tall."

[ He repeats words that Regis had expressed to him prior to his leaving Insomnia, though it sounds tired on his lips. ]

I've been trying as best as I can. I'm bound to hit a few dead ends, but...

I'll figure this out. One way or another, everything happens for a reason. I guess, for now, I've got you and Luna. And there's nothing I can do about tomorrow.

[kingslight]

[A pleading look lingers within Regis pale green gaze as he stares at his son with such worry. Like any father, all Regis wanted was to protect Noctis however he could. Yet, it's because of his selfishness that so many perished. All Regis ever wanted was to do right by Noct even at the expense of his life. The thought of death never frightened Regis since he always flirted with it since Aulea passed but the thought of Noctis being all alone in the world scared him to his very core. He couldn't shed tears for himself bit he wept bitterly for Noctis.

The king forces a smile onto his lips but it's the saddest one Noctis probably ever seen. He knows how this story will end in death and knows he'll lose Noctis forever but until then, Regis wants to live as each every day is his last. That why if he does die again, he'll have no regrets.]

Yes, walk tall. Keep going forward until you can go no more.

[He smiles more at Noct as if trying to erase the prevalent gloom he feels deep within.]

Believe me when I say that I mean to stay however long I can, Noctis. Regardless of whatever horrors claim us, I much rather be here in Hadriel than anywhere else.

[kittycaterer]

[ He often wondered what he would do, say, or feel if he were given the chance to see his father one last time. It was a thought that came to him plenty of times during the long car rides and restless nights. Since there were many of them? Not a single day passed without Regis crossing his mind. He loves his father dearly, always has. While the fact that he so casually smiled and sent Noctis on his way despite knowing what was to come angered him? He couldn't let that linger or fester. He'd forgiven his father quickly, even if forgiveness did nothing to settle his mourning. ]

[ Now that he has that last chance with his father, temporary as it may be, he realizes he has to force himself to thicken up. To take this as an opportunity and gift, rather than a curse or taunt. Noctis sighs, looking away from the painful smile that Regis gives him, finally nodding. ]

Yeah.

[ Swallowing thickly, he fights to gather himself as best as he can. For Regis' sake. For Luna's. ]

I'm not gonna squander this. I can't. I'll pull myself together one way or another.

[ His gaze shifts back, meeting his father's gaze again. Noctis tries a smile. ]

Thanks, Dad.