[He remembered yelling at the crystal. What was it's name? Bahamut? He growled, called him a fool, but Noctis knew there had to be another way. He couldn't do what it was asking him to do. The voice from the crystal snarled and said he would regret his decisions, that his selfishness would have consequences. Still, the prince didn't care. There had to be a way to do this without hurting his friends. There was a bright light, pain emulating from the ring on his finger. He screamed, fell to his knees...
And then things were quiet. There was a silence that engulfed everything. He didn't know how long he was like that. It was silent. Dark. Cold. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear anything.
But then suddenly he was awake? He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. It was a beach, the sea was dark and the waves crashed along a barren coast. He could see a torn down pier in the distance. There was signage that was visible, but he couldn't make any sense of it. He couldn't really focus on anything because there was something wrong with him.
His legs were shaky as he staggered along the shore. All he could hear was his blood pound in his ears. His throat was dry, his hands were unsteady. Every moment was agony an all he could think about was how thirsty he was. Even as he collapsed on the sand, he reached toward the sea. He was so thirsty.
Eventually someone found him. A boy, maybe around 19 or 20, oddly familiar. Noctis couldn't place where he knew him from, though. The stranger knelt down and asked him if he was alright. That's when Noctis pulled him down. The boy tried struggling but the prince held him close. He nosed at his neck for a brief moment before he bit into it. He didn't know what he was doing, but this felt right. Warm liquid rushed into his mouth and he drank down every drop that he could. The boy made a sound and Noct's grip only tightened.
He didn't know how long he stayed like that. The body in his grip eventually stopped moving and soon felt cold to the touch. The prince pulled away and looked at the body in his hands. Wait. Did he just...
No.
He dropped the body and scrambled away. What did he just--?! How could he? He had drained this poor kid of his blood. He... He killed...
He was going to be sick.
He could feel his stomach flip as he doubled over and began to retch. How could he do that? Why did it feel so right?! That poor kid. He was trying to help and Noctis, he...
He could hear something...someone in the distance. He sat up despite the nausea and pain he felt and wiped his mouth with his hand. Of course it was covered in blood, but he couldn't focus on that right now. Someone was coming. ]
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And then things were quiet. There was a silence that engulfed everything. He didn't know how long he was like that. It was silent. Dark. Cold. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear anything.
But then suddenly he was awake? He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. It was a beach, the sea was dark and the waves crashed along a barren coast. He could see a torn down pier in the distance. There was signage that was visible, but he couldn't make any sense of it. He couldn't really focus on anything because there was something wrong with him.
His legs were shaky as he staggered along the shore. All he could hear was his blood pound in his ears. His throat was dry, his hands were unsteady. Every moment was agony an all he could think about was how thirsty he was. Even as he collapsed on the sand, he reached toward the sea. He was so thirsty.
Eventually someone found him. A boy, maybe around 19 or 20, oddly familiar. Noctis couldn't place where he knew him from, though. The stranger knelt down and asked him if he was alright. That's when Noctis pulled him down. The boy tried struggling but the prince held him close. He nosed at his neck for a brief moment before he bit into it. He didn't know what he was doing, but this felt right. Warm liquid rushed into his mouth and he drank down every drop that he could. The boy made a sound and Noct's grip only tightened.
He didn't know how long he stayed like that. The body in his grip eventually stopped moving and soon felt cold to the touch. The prince pulled away and looked at the body in his hands. Wait. Did he just...
No.
He dropped the body and scrambled away. What did he just--?! How could he? He had drained this poor kid of his blood. He... He killed...
He was going to be sick.
He could feel his stomach flip as he doubled over and began to retch. How could he do that? Why did it feel so right?! That poor kid. He was trying to help and Noctis, he...
He could hear something...someone in the distance. He sat up despite the nausea and pain he felt and wiped his mouth with his hand. Of course it was covered in blood, but he couldn't focus on that right now. Someone was coming. ]