[Markus is the one to exhale, not quite a sigh, but heavy with something that just feels, plainly, tired. Difficult as always, never so straightforward a solution — action performed to process his own guilt, versus the mental wellbeing of someone he was supposed to protect. Viewed in this way, the priority should be clear; but everything is muddied up today. Connor’s going to continue to worry, no matter if the pain in the marrow of Markus’ bones is dulled or otherwise. Noctis wasn’t there to see their fight. Didn’t hear the words exchanged between them. Markus has forgiven him, but can he forgive himself?
(Doesn’t that sound familiar.)
Both options just sound like different variation of masks to wear. Filtered down to this simplistic notion, maybe Noctis is right.]
That’s right.
[So it seems to be delegated to him, something he’ll gladly place upon his shoulders if it meant ushering his people to freedom. He’d guide, protect, even be the face of an address submitted from a broadcast room high above the city, facing the danger of a hurried and harried retreat.]
no subject
(Doesn’t that sound familiar.)
Both options just sound like different variation of masks to wear. Filtered down to this simplistic notion, maybe Noctis is right.]
That’s right.
[So it seems to be delegated to him, something he’ll gladly place upon his shoulders if it meant ushering his people to freedom. He’d guide, protect, even be the face of an address submitted from a broadcast room high above the city, facing the danger of a hurried and harried retreat.]
He did tell you, then.