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[The Network. As useful as it may be, Regis is quite hesitant to use it. Why? Well, there's plenty of reasons 'why' but none any better than the fact there's depraved criminals lurking about. How depraved? Those twisted enough to devour the corpse of their victims for all to behold. His brief conversation with one of these killers completely stamped out all of Regis' desire to converse with others in his realm.

That is until now.

After speaking with Faith regarding this sinful realm and the deities who rule it, Regis decided now was the time to seek an audience with the alleged "Gods". Though, how is he to speak with them? It's not as if they broadcast themselves on here often. Since Regis has arrived, these so-called deities been silent, oddly so. Still quite anxious about using this Network as a means of contacting these False Gods, Regis eventually does speak after a moment of deep contemplation.]

I humbly beseech any and all who knows of the "Gods" to speak plain and true.

[His voice is quiet but not without certainty. He's a king after all. Hesitation isn't permitted even in strange matters such as this.]

The last several weeks have been quite daunting to plenty and many who've endured great hardships. Bonds have been broken and friendships lead askew by murderous endeavors of those who perverted the good image of many. With this known to all of us here, I think now would be the time for the Gods to speak.

Is it in hubris alone that 'Fear' and 'Hope' would steal others away from their rightful worlds for the sake of this war of attrition? If so, there's much to discuss and I'm willing to do so in private if the public channels ill-suits any who speaks.

[He ends the recording with that for now. It seems as good a place to end it. Now the wait begins...]

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[There's a lengthy pause between his message and Lunafreya's reply. The Oracle is still recovering, is she not? How could he ask of her to beseech the gods on his behalf when she is still injured? Regis worries for her health but he shouldn't treat her like a child. Lunafreya is a woman grown but still---]

Between Noctis and you; the two of you will have this old man doomed to worry.

[He sighs deeply. There's no possible way that he could handle the burden of forging some sort of "pact" with these deities on his own. He's just not as young as he once was.]

I know of the true earnest and valor that comes with the Fleuret's name and I would be a fool to spurn your aid. This is why I request that Noctis and you both seek out these deities and speak with them.

We need to know what they mean to do with us.

[ There's an unmistakable fondness in Lunafreya's voice when she speaks again, a soft smile eking into her tone. ]

You have done enough worrying to last you two lifetimes, Your Majesty. You have earned your rest. On my honor as Oracle, I will ensure that no harm befalls Noctis.

[ As for herself, well... She's died once already. While Faith and Frisk had both healed her wounds to the utmost, there's still a bit of weakness there; Luna credits that more to exhaustion than anything else, though. ]

You honor me with your blessing. I will do my best to earn their ear, though... Have you spoken to Noctis about this? Pray, what are his thoughts?

[A gentle sigh is barely audible from Regis' lips as he quietly contemplates. He's clearly hesitant to let Lunafreya and Noctis take the lead in this endeavor but he allows it. If anyone could perhaps commune with the Gods of Hadriel, it's the Oracle. That's why Regis doesn't offer much in resistance now.]

Noctis is hesitant to trust in this idea but he's quick to volunteer in my stead.

[An all too familiar sense of worry creeps into his tone as he speaks.]

[ Lunafreya notes that familiar tinge of worry but says nothing. Though she's spent many years apart from Regis and Noctis, she's a good enough reader of people to pick up on their mannerisms, however slight. ]

Of course he is. As am I.

[ Her tone is quiet when she speaks, and she swallows hard before continuing. ]

... Your Highness, may I speak freely on something that has been concerning me as of late?

[The request catches him off guard instantly. Is something awry? Lunafreya looks quite harrowed.]

Of course! Speak freely, my dear. You are amongst family.

[While the Princess of Tenebrae is not of his blood, he treats her as such. Lunafreya is likened to a surrogate daughter to him. He respects and loves her just as dearly as he loves his son.]

[ On that same token, Lunafreya loves Regis; he's the closest to a father figure she's ever had, and there is no discomfort or awkwardness between the two of them. When she asks for his permission, it's purely out of respect, and while she's heartened by his referring to her as family, she's well aware that the blood of the Lucian line does not run through her veins. ]

It... regards Noctis. It's clear that yours and my being here has left him shaken, and I can scarcely blame him for it.

[ She pauses as she considers her next words. ]

But on that same note, I cannot help but feel that he has become overly paranoid. He is pushing himself to a breaking point, and I do not know how to help him.

[In truth, Regis already was quite aware about Noct and his increasing paranoia. It frightens him a little to see Noctis in such a bad state. He's been uncertain how to address it since he never once seen his son this distraught.

Even when the poor prince was sick with the Starscourge, Noctis still managed to recover after many fitful and terrifying nights. Now, his son seems unwilling to overcome the terrible fear that haunts him now. It worried Regis to his core.]

Noctis fears the worst. [He says with a deep sigh.] His fear has become so great that it's almost tangible. I'll admit here and now, I am uncertain how to help him but he is my son.

I must try to reach him.

[ Lunafreya had seen Noctis during the worst of his time with the Starscourge; it had frightened and concerned her, but she had aided her mother in his healing as best as she had been able. Her hand in his recovery had lain mainly with his emotional state, and she had been happy to aid even just a little bit with that.

Here in Hadriel, however, Lunafreya feels lost. She knows that his delicate mental state lies with the wellbeing of both herself and Regis, and while she is overjoyed to be reunited with him, she knows that he can't go on like this for much longer. On Eos, she and Regis are both dead. Noctis cannot continue to live with ghosts for the rest of his life. ]

I feel you may be better suited to the task than I, [ She admits, her voice dipping low with sadness. ] The situation is delicate, to say the least, but Noctis is destined for more than to live the rest of his days here. In some ways, I almost feel as if I may be hindering him, in my own selfish way.

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