A ghost like me should've stayed dead, Carlisle. [The old king murmurs as he leans against the cushions of the sofa. He looks weary from his thoughts, exhausted even. There's many thoughts that weigh heavily upon his soul but none heavier than the fate his son must endure.] There's no purpose for me here in this Den of Woe.
[A frustrated sigh passes through his lips once they linger upon the topic of Noctis. He averts his gaze from Carlisle and glances towards the windows ahead.]
Bear it he must for there will be no other. Noctis is the last true heir of the Lucian throne, the Chosen King destined by the Gods of our world. If the boy doesn't finally become a man, my sacrifice and that of others, would be for nothing.
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Date: 2017-02-21 12:14 am (UTC)[A frustrated sigh passes through his lips once they linger upon the topic of Noctis. He averts his gaze from Carlisle and glances towards the windows ahead.]
Bear it he must for there will be no other. Noctis is the last true heir of the Lucian throne, the Chosen King destined by the Gods of our world. If the boy doesn't finally become a man, my sacrifice and that of others, would be for nothing.