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Now that he’s here, he’s at a loss -- then again, he’s never been good at this kind of thing, even when it comes to his dearest friends. At least, he thinks a little guiltily, that until he speaks Ignis won’t know it’s him. Or maybe he will; he’s not at all sure how good his other senses have gotten, given that they’d only spent a short time together once he’d come back from the Crystal.

C’mon, Noctis, say something, he thinks, but he can’t come up with the words. What the hell is he supposed to say? ‘Hi, Ignis, I know we all thought I was going to die, and I’m pretty sure I did, but here I am anyway? Don’t ask, ‘cause I don’t know, either?’ That could work, sure, but like anything else, it required unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Some king he is if he can’t even do this right, huh.

But he’d better get it over with before Prompto or Gladio turn up, because that’s going to be a lot harder. Ignis at least is the calmest of them all. (And honestly if Prompto starts crying, he’s gonna be set off, and then they’ll all cry again.)

Deep breath, okay, come on, you can do this. It’s just words, he tells himself. Yeah, words from a dead man. 

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✧ ☀ ☪✧           She observed the exchange from afar, her own disdain for dealing with the Hylian guards fairly well known and reciprocated. A man appeared to be deadlocked in, perhaps, convincing the guards to allow him to pass on to the Castle. However, considering recent events and the guards’ reluctance to let anyone pass without proper clearance, he did not appear to make much headway.

          Normally, she would ignore such an exchange, assuming it was another crazy person claiming to be Zelda’s soulmate or something equally ridiculous. Though, his dress and general appearance caught her eye. He wore dark clothing, the style of which she had never seen in Hyrule, glasses, and his light brown hair was slicked back in spikes. He stood with rigid posture, and did not appear perturbed by the stubborn expressions the guards wore.

          Curiosity piqued and feeling a little more charitable than usual, Nabooru pulled the black cloak tighter around her shoulders and strode up to the guards and the stranger. Upon seeing the crimson haired Gerudo approach, the guards immediately tensed up, their faces screwing up as the forced themselves not to scowl.

          “Sage Nabooru,” they both greeted with a stiff nod.

He almost wished they continued his fruitless effort to get it right. Ven knew he could get it eventually. If he just kept at it, he’d get the hang of it and eventually master it. That’s how this stuff worked, but that was also just wishful thinking. Wishful thinking to try and divert his attention to the small clouds in his mind.

The blond sighed as the older man asked his question; the question that had also been lurking about in his mind as well.

“Not exactly.. no..” Leaning back to look up at the sky above them, as if it held all the answers to the universe. It didn’t. “I just know I was sent to help with... something. And that it was important that I do...”

Demyx’ first impression of this world was hot, hotter, and very very large. In fact, this was probably the largest world he’d come to since working with the Organization. 

He was overdressed for such a place, however, with no thanks to Saix who had the audacity to purposefully leave that little tidbit of information out. It wasn’t like Demyx could strip himself down, either, so he was just going to have to deal with the sweat. Eugh.

If there was one positive, it was that Demyx managed to warp himself into a slightly inhabited area. There were people about, though not many, and Demyx decided to literally pluck the first one he saw to pick his brain a bit.

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Prompto hadn't worn his glasses faithfully since childhood. His early morning runs as a teenage had lent him knowledge of the horrific feeling of the bridge scraping his nose raw as they slid down from sweat, and truth be told he didn't need them while in battle. 

Perhaps if he weren’t a marksman, skilled with swords or close-ranged instead, it’d be a different story. But the horizons were always crystal clear, and if he kept enough distance-- his targets were too.

People’s faces, up close, were a bit blurred around the edges, and forget reading anything on his phone if the font point wasn’t turned up to somewhere around eighteen-- which it often was, and made for scrolling through something actually laughably quick (not that he retained much of it) -- but there were some things where he still needed to fish the battered case from the depths of his belongings-- cleaning his guns or checking on mobile game things, for instance.

The latter of which he had intended to do while they settled down for the night-- Noct was already out like a light the moment his head hit the camping pillow, and Gladio was snoring away in a way that had become strangely comforting during their adventure.

Settling down to mess about on his phone for a bit before dropping off for the night, Prompto fished out the battered case, only to find that in their travels one of the screws holding the arm to his glasses had gone missing; it wasn’t sitting nicely in its case, and they’d traveled a lot since the last time he’d even thought about them. The tiny, innocuous, screw could be anywhere in the wilds of Eos--

So with a soft sigh that had much to do with the fact he had to disentangle himself from his body-warmed sleeping bag and face the night again --freaky, even despite the ruins keeping their haven safe -- to ask the only ‘missing’ member of their group a question.

Through the fight, Gladiolus had sustained multiple injuries. But due to running low on potions, he refused to use them, saving them for Noctis when he could. It was his duty to protect him, after all, not himself. This fight was no different.

Prompto heaved a sigh as he looked up at the sky with distaste, his arm blocking the harsh rays of the sun from blinding him. An enviouslook is directed at Noctis before it turns fond, then his eyes travel over toIgnis as he let out a lengthy whine.