[Is forced to take his word for it. His word of LIES.
But there's no response to this text message. Only a moment or two passing, before the door unlocks and allows Noctis in, via a verbal command of Markus' that can't be heard from outside.
He's nowhere to be seen from the cramped entrance hall itself, but wander farther inside, and the revolutionary isn't difficult to spot. He's seated atop the back of the couch, knees drawn up in an almost hilariously casual (and resigned) manner, watching Hellachopper zip back and forth below him, apparently agitated at its inability to reach its target.]
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But there's no response to this text message. Only a moment or two passing, before the door unlocks and allows Noctis in, via a verbal command of Markus' that can't be heard from outside.
He's nowhere to be seen from the cramped entrance hall itself, but wander farther inside, and the revolutionary isn't difficult to spot. He's seated atop the back of the couch, knees drawn up in an almost hilariously casual (and resigned) manner, watching Hellachopper zip back and forth below him, apparently agitated at its inability to reach its target.]