week five, saturday

[moraled]

[He doesn't really want to return to his room. But ultimately, he doesn't have a choice. There is nowhere else for him to go, after all. Sara is in prison, and her room is long empty.

He has no reason to be there.

He sits in his room, on his bed, and watches the clock tick down. He's always been early to bed.

But.

Not tonight.

No, tonight he sits there, with his head in his hands and his fingers buried in his hair, and wonders what the hell he's going to do now, wonders what even is left.

What is even left now?]

Comments

[moraled]

[Fair....... Instead, Noct's been trying to save his kingdom and shit? How the cookie crumbles.]

Very fair indeed.

[He shakes his head simply, sighing softly.]

Truly, the gall of taking so many people away from their purposes in their own worlds for someone's amusement... it is truly baffling and beyond comprehension.

[elemancy]

Yeah. But... it is what it is now, right? We can't change that part.

[as much as he loathes it. really, he hates it so much in every way, but.... all they can do is try to find a solution.]

[moraled]

... Yes, we can't change a single thing about it.

We must simply continue to persevere onwards.

[It's all they can do at this point.]

[elemancy]

We will.

For now... we probably both should get some rest though.

[moraled]

I will certainly not argue that.

[He sets aside the empty cup of noodles and nods--they can chill together, at least, tonight.

And tomorrow...they'll take on the rest, come what may.]