“Nyx used the Ring of Lucii. His arm and the side of his face looked like it was made of crystal, the damage done to anybody who wears the ring who isn’t worthy,” he says softly. “I guess maybe a warning.”
He doesn’t quite understand why Nyx Ulric was in his dream, but there’s no mistaking that face, that hair, the Kingsglaive uniform. And Noctis knows the damage the Ring of Lucii can do to somebody who isn’t deemed worthy, who isn’t a king in the line of Lucis. It’s such a heavy burden to bear, he thinks, lifting his right arm up to look at the ring on his hand before resting it atop Prompto’s hand once more.
“I don’t know that watching what we eat is going to keep these nightmares from invading my subconscious and disrupting my sleep.”
Nightmares? Visions. Something more than just a nightmare, he thinks, still not ready to tell Prompto that detail.
Adjusting himself a bit, Noctis presses a kid to the top of Prompto’s head. He likes this, it feels right, but he wishes that Prompto had found himself in his bed under different circumstances.
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He doesn’t quite understand why Nyx Ulric was in his dream, but there’s no mistaking that face, that hair, the Kingsglaive uniform. And Noctis knows the damage the Ring of Lucii can do to somebody who isn’t deemed worthy, who isn’t a king in the line of Lucis. It’s such a heavy burden to bear, he thinks, lifting his right arm up to look at the ring on his hand before resting it atop Prompto’s hand once more.
“I don’t know that watching what we eat is going to keep these nightmares from invading my subconscious and disrupting my sleep.”
Nightmares? Visions. Something more than just a nightmare, he thinks, still not ready to tell Prompto that detail.
Adjusting himself a bit, Noctis presses a kid to the top of Prompto’s head. He likes this, it feels right, but he wishes that Prompto had found himself in his bed under different circumstances.