They had told him more than once, now, it truly was ten years, but nothing in his mind could agree with that possibility. Nothing he had gone through, the time he had spent, the things he had done, added up to ten years of time having passed, ten years of his life having been stolen from him as he floated endlessly, replaying things again and again in his mind, until he had come to an understanding within himself. An acceptance of what must be done. The Chosen King would do it for the people he loved and the sacrifices that had been made.
But he looked at each of them and saw the age written across their faces. The mirror in the bathroom, when he had his first private moment, had let him stare into an unfamiliar face. To touch a stranger's face with his eyes, slowly, before returning to his friends and making no mention of it at all. They didn't need to deal with his shock.
And so the night passed, one final night with the stars brilliant over head, the crackle of the fire familiar as breathing, the memory of this same sort of night repeated in his head again and again and again. At Ignis' words, the corner of his mouth lifted, amused. "Just us, now." His head turned enough to glance in the direction the other two had gone. "Seems like there's more I missed than just the expected. When did those two...?"
It didn't take a genius to catch the connection between Gladio and Prompto, but if they weren't going to bring it up, he would.
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Date: 2017-12-17 01:53 am (UTC)They had told him more than once, now, it truly was ten years, but nothing in his mind could agree with that possibility. Nothing he had gone through, the time he had spent, the things he had done, added up to ten years of time having passed, ten years of his life having been stolen from him as he floated endlessly, replaying things again and again in his mind, until he had come to an understanding within himself. An acceptance of what must be done. The Chosen King would do it for the people he loved and the sacrifices that had been made.
But he looked at each of them and saw the age written across their faces. The mirror in the bathroom, when he had his first private moment, had let him stare into an unfamiliar face. To touch a stranger's face with his eyes, slowly, before returning to his friends and making no mention of it at all. They didn't need to deal with his shock.
And so the night passed, one final night with the stars brilliant over head, the crackle of the fire familiar as breathing, the memory of this same sort of night repeated in his head again and again and again. At Ignis' words, the corner of his mouth lifted, amused. "Just us, now." His head turned enough to glance in the direction the other two had gone. "Seems like there's more I missed than just the expected. When did those two...?"
It didn't take a genius to catch the connection between Gladio and Prompto, but if they weren't going to bring it up, he would.